A hole in the world

After the cowardly muslim attack on the WTC, the Eagles wrote a song called, "A hole in the world". Another hole has been opened by the death of Hugh Bay. Hugh was my uncle. As far as I know, he had no enemies at all. He was a friend to everyone he met. He labored for years in the Fresno school system, taking on the bad guys as well as the good. All of them respected him, most loved him. In college he and one other guy were the Oklahoma A&M track team and they won national acclaim. He could run faster backwards than I could forward. An excellent instructor, he was cited for his continuous work with young people. At one point, he took up the ministry of God until a stroke robbed him of the ability to carry it onward. He never gave up his faith. He was unwaivering in his devotion to God and to his wife, my Aunt Ione, who preceeded him in death. I never talked to Uncle Hugh when he wasn't affable and interested. He had a way of making you feel at ease in any circumstance. It is impossible to use terms like, 'guys like him,' because there are no guys like him. In my estimation, he was head and shoulders above the flock and he will be sorely missed.