Ward A. Hunt

I will miss how Uncle Ward and Aunt Rosie made everyone feel like they were the most important person in the world when they talked to you. I will miss the smell of Uncle Wardy's pipe and how when he would catch my eye he would wink and say "Hey Blonde". I feel so blessed to have had two of the most wonderful people in my family and as my role models.

I was introduced to Ward in the summer of '79, as a friend of Jim Ford, his nephew and my current husban; invited several of us from the Channel program to spend the 4th of July with his family at his Aunt and Uncles home on Fox Island. We proceeded to plug up the toilet, much to Wards dissatisfaction.
Little did I know at the time that I would spend almost every 4th of July with them over the next 30 years.
Swimming off the dock, Ward watching for fires on the 4th, and let alone...

Go be where you belong. By Rosie your wife, whom you long for all your life and in her passing almost 2yrs ago.
I know you will have a seat a the table by Jesus. Be well my friend, be well.

If you ask me about memories I think about the log cabin on the North side of Fox Island. My hands know the soft warm feel of the wood, the scents of the kitchen where I played as a toddler with measuring spoons and all of the pans and things in the lower drawers and cupboards while Rosie baked. Her voice was like a song bird. I know the scent of Wardie's pipe and the "all is right in the world" feel when I watched him lean back in the rocker, his hand on the head of his dog, telling stories...