We’ve read about renaissance men but how many of us have actually met them, and upon meeting them realized who and what they are? I didn’t realize it because this renaissance man has been part of my life since I was 11 years old. As a young swiss girl I was welcomed into his and my Aunt’s home to live while we settle into our new life in a new country. He was a quiet man for the most part. Listening at family gatherings, contributing in thoughtful ways. He was always calm unless he wasn’t. He’d get hot under the collar by an insensitive comment made by another family member and all bets were off. He was a champion of the underdog and sought justice in disagreements.
This quiet unassuming man has always been Uncle Walter to me. He was the only Uncle that I had in the States. Uncle Walter was the man who was married to his love Angela for 55 years. They came to this country in the early 60’s and settled in California via Canada. He was a house painter, an avid reader, daily walker, a lifelong friend to a select few. A pragmatic man. A man who listened to NPR. A man who invested in his family’s future. A man who was a champion, genuine and sweet. A real life renaissance man. Rest In Peace Uncle Walter.