I waited too late to thank Uncle Ed for that Christmas Eve, but I guess he and I were never the kind of men who wrote many notes, or read them. Even around Christmas, when a little silliness and ...
My Uncle Ed gave the gift of life after his death. He inspired me to become a living donor | Opinion
My last memories of Uncle Ed are of a cool, tanned, 20-something year-old who lifted weights and rode a motorcycle. Uncle Ed had an entire room in his house dedicated to his comic book collection.
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