Uncle Nodrog
Some more sad news to report...
My Uncle, Gordon Mark Minster, affectionately known as Nod or Nodrog ("Gordon" backwards), passed away last Tuesday just days shy of his 50th birthday. This evening was his visitation and service. He was my Father's brother, youngest of their siblings. While we never spent a great deal of time together, family get-togethers and such, there were a few times when I had the honor of visiting my Grandpa Jack's grave on Harleys with my Dad (riding "POPEYE," of course) and my Uncle Gordon. These were fond memories for me as few others in my family had the same love of riding motorcycles as my Grandpa Jack, my Dad, Gordon and myself. While Gordon was bound to a wheel chair since a motorcycle accident at age 19, we always shared that love for two-wheeled riding.
As stated by some, we were fortunate enough to have him for an extra 30 years after his accident that many would not have survived. We know that his is now riding again, wearing his MMC vest, next to Grandpa Jack on the way to see Grace Margaret, in a much happier place.
Nod is sorely missed and survived by 4 siblings, 13 nieces and nephews, 20 great nieces and nephews and many other family and lots of friends.
There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more
Gordon Mark Minster (1958-2008)