Way back in the middle of the last century, my siblings, cousins, and I would end up going to get ice cream cones at a special place. My Uncle would end up buying all those ice cream cones and giving them to us kids. It was always a treat that we cherished. Granted those trips ended years ago, but the fond memories are still with me.

My Uncle passed this morning quietly and in his sleep, he was in his 90's.

He loved my Kilt and wished that he had the "guts" (yes his words) to wear one.

Instead of feeling sorry go out Kilted and have an ice cream cone, he would have liked it, I have already had mine, a Rocky Road.