Instead of telling a specific story about Uncle Serge, I'll share briefly how I felt about him- that adorable, dear bald man who wore glasses, camping hat, bermuda shorts, dark knee socks and sandals at all family reunions.  There would, of course, always be a fine camera around his neck as well.  He was, to me, one of those people who simply lived loving kindness.  He lived it, he spoke it, he extended it to everyone, and he wore it easily - like a soft cloak -  every day of his 99 year journey among us.  I feel extremely fortunate - and honored - to have had him as my uncle. 

Rest in peace, Uncle Serge.  Much, much love, Laura