I recently lost my favorite uncle, Bill Fabens. Bill was my uncle only by marriage, yet he was the one I was closest to, the uncle who always made me laugh, (he made everyone laugh with his wry wit) who always had my back, who believed in me, and treated me like his own son. The world is a poorer place without him. I awoke this morning with a single thought in my head, and it is this:  Death is a ruin in the forest.