In the late 70s my youngest uncle was the first person in the family to own a VCR.
To be bluntly honest, he was the first who was able to afford a player.
VHS had just been released as the rival format to Sony’s Betamax!
Those were wonder years.
Being able to watch movies and music videos whenever we wanted to.
I’m older now than my uncle was when he passed away.
He built a successful medical practice.
A sporty Skyline Rs-Turbo and a beefy V8 Blazer ranked among his toys.
He also found the time to attempt some extreme sports, marry his sweetheart from the US and raise a family.
Much of his approach to life was summed up in a simple discussion we had before they headed back to the USA.
He asked me if I had any interest in windsurfing.
That was on his “next fun thing to do” list.
For some reason, there are certain scenes from our younger days that linger on as vivid journal entries of who we were and what we did.
This is one such scene…
I believe I told him that I didn’t see myself staying upright on the board for longer than a minute.
We were standing at his bar counter, complete with Cola dispenser and milkshake maker.
You can only imagine how impressive that was!
I took a sip from a creamy concoction in a tall glass.
He smoothed his mustache and straightened his glasses and simply said, “I’m looking forward to falling off a few times!”
Living was about the complete human experience, the success, and the failure…
The staying-on-top, as well as the epic wipe out!
Dad’s younger brother wasn’t a philosopher.
Occasionally he alluded to “living in the moment!”
I do believe, looking back in retrospect that he experienced some sense of not going to be alive for much longer.
I can’t say he left behind a legacy. Whatever “a legacy” really means.
Nor did he write a book with profound wisdom on each page.
But he lived!
He didn’t seem to ever worry too much about discovering a purpose for life but rather decided to “live” each day.
Yep, each day he worked, played and lived.
That was more than enough!
That was his purpose.