Yesterday my family gathered to celebrate the life of my great Uncle, Bob Brummett. He was my grandpa’s older brother — one of seven children all born around the time of the Great Depression.
He was a quiet man who always had a smile on his face. A Korean War veteran who never spoke about his time overseas. A man who always had time for family and loved his grandkids more than anything.
As my family reminisced about the happy days we had with him, there was a common thread — how Uncle Bob’s small acts of kindness changed lives.
By taking his nephews fishing once or twice during the summer, he gave them memories they cherish even now.
By loving his family, he provided security and happy memories to dozens of people.
The lesson I learned was that small acts of kindness go far.
It’s the stuff legacies are made of.