Uncle Malcolm passed away in the middle of the night. He was my grandmother's brother and quite the character. Malcolm had been battling cancer, heart attacks, stroke, and he was a fighter.
My favorite thing about him is that no matter how sick he became, he'd still go out and mow his lawn. A total farm boy. His sweet wife went before him back in 2010 and I'd like to think they are up there somewhere drinking sweet tea together.