I can't say I really knew my uncle except for the brief times spent with him and the stories Mom told us about him. I know that he loved much, lost much and struggled much. He always had a smile on his face and I loved him for the person I knew him to be. Uncle Stan reminds me of Granny Visser whom I loved dearly. Mom and uncle Stan look so much alike that its easy to love his smiling face. It is sad knowing that he is no longer on this earth but I am grateful for the moments of time spent with him and the generous hugs he always gave me when I saw him. I hope to one day see him again.