My Uncle Walter passed away this Friday just shy of his ninetieth birthday. He and his late wife Florence raised seven kids in a very depressing part of Lowell, Massachusetts. Their home always seemed filled with laughter and love. I remember someone speaking about my grandfather, to the effect that he raised nine children and every one of them turned out a success; this person figured that this was the highest compliment he could pay. The same compliment could stand for Uncle Walter. He had a long and rich life, filled with love and memories. His obituary mentioned his love of the Red Sox and the Patriots, but I never knew that side of him. With us, he was always talking about his kids and his grandkids and -- later, the great-grands. Walter House was one of the best people I have ever known.
So I'm posting this "hymn" in his memory. From the first time I heard it, this song seemed to encapsulate the uncle Walter I have known and loved. Make no mistake about it: in this context, it is a hymn.
Walter is now with his beloved wife and with Mark, a cherished son taken too soon. R.I.P., Walter -- we are all better off by your time here.