My Uncle is incredible. My favorite memories of him were when I would see his van pulling up the hill, and turning into the parking lot of Gran's parking lot. He would get out, and greet me with smile and his hand raised high. He would then get me Eric out of the van and we would make our way to the elevator. Card games, legos, Uncle Barry was a part of the fun. My favorite memories were when Eric were at Gran's house before I was. I would see the van parked, finally get to the apartment, and see Uncle Barry there smiling, but no Eric. I would search high and low, and still no Eric. Just as I would give up, I would hear Eric and Uncle Barry laughing, a then see Rltgem both emerge from hiding places that no one knew existed. Lol, those are my guys! Uncle Barry and Eric dud the sane thing 8 hours from home in Baton Rouge, LA at Unvle Billy's house. When we visited Uncle Barry, the fun continued. He would bring out video games for us to play, and set up huge slot car tracks that even went up the wall. He would turn out the lights that the track would glow on the dark. Uncle Barry also taught me how to rub a penny on the slot car track so that the cars would run like new after being stored. He was brilliant. His auto work was a beautiful as his heart is. He restored a White Sedan, Buick I think, for his wife. The paint, gorgeous, smooth, and caught the sunlight just right with no orange peel effect. The interior was a quilted black leather or vinyl that rivaled any Victorian living room furniture. I was amazed when Aunt Shirley told me that Uncle Barry did this with his own hands. There are so many of great memories. Uncle Barry was loving, kind, and so much fun. I'll miss him, but always keep him close. He would call my "Guy" when he greeted me, so it's only right for me to tell Uncle Barry: "I love you Guy, and I miss you".