Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Sometimes, March Madness Can Wait

By Charlie Scaturro

“Uncle Hank died,” My girlfriend said solemnly a few weeks ago as I walked into our apartment coming home from work. Hank was in his early 70’s and had been battling cancer, but you’re never quite ready to hear those words uttered about a person you know, especially when they’re a family member of someone you’re close to.

Though I had only met Hank a handful of times, that’s all it took for him to make an impression on me. Based on stories I’d heard, the man wasn’t without his flaws but whenever I encountered him at my girlfriend’s family gatherings he went out of his way to make me feel welcome. As someone who comes from a small family it was intimidating to interact with my girlfriend’s huge family when she initially brought me around. But Hank’s kindness those first few times went further than he ever could have known.