I just wanted to tell everyone a little something about my Uncle, George Oden. He was what you would call a gentle giant. He was about 6’6” tall but would never hurt even a flea. I think the only reason he would possibly hurt someone would be if they were raising a hand to a woman or a child. He had a really big pet peeve for that sort of thing. He was very unique because he was who he was, and did not try to comform to any contingencies expected by society. He was very content with his life. He never felt like he had to have bigger or better, he was happy with whatever God provided for him. He was a very hard worker and if he missed work you knew he was really sick. He loved his nieces and nephews like they were his own children. I can remember one time when my stepdad david had accidently taken my little sister dallas’ carseat and he followed me all the way to the babysitterss because he was afraid that someone would hit us from behind. And I always would bug him, I guess its the way we showed our love by bugging the crap out of each other, I remember one time I put hot sauce in his mouth while he was sleeping and he wasn’t a happy camper, those were the good times. But if I ever needed him for anything, I knew he would be there in a heart beat. He was a selfless man, If one of his friends needed something, he would give it without any expectations of ever getting it back. It’s so surreal that he was in my life one day and gone the next. and yes I know everyone loses the people they love and it hurts every time but George was in my everyday life, I’ve lost both of my Grandpa’s and a Grandma but I didn’t get to see them every week like I did George. I just expected him to out live us all, which makes it hurt so much worse. My heart has this void and it aches but I know God puts these trials and tribulations in our life for a reason, and Im just going to try to focus on God and he will be my strength. George will be greatly missed by every life he has touched and I’m going to miss him terribly.
