I have fond memories of fishing with Uncle Homer at Lake Travis when he lived on the lake. He'd always bring a bag of Cheetos and of course would usually catch the most fish. He was always singing, always smiling, always bringing smiles to other peoples' faces. I fed deer with him, bird-watched with him, and listened to him tell stories. He was a great man and it was an honor to know him and to be his nephew. My thoughts and prayers are with the family this weekend and the coming days, especially Saundra (whom I call Aunt Nonnie), who was by his side until the end. I can surely see him now, standing on that beautiful shore in Heaven and fishing with the Lord. Thanks for your life and for the memories, Uncle Homer! Rest in peace.