Gilbert Baker

Uncle Gib was a big part of my life when I was young. I vividly remember him attempting to bind up wounds I received from jumping out of my bedroom window into a rosebush planted underneath it. He was one of the few people brave enough to catch for me when I was trying to learn how to pitch. The man was a genius carpenter whose natural ability I am still in awe of today at almost 44 years old. I fondly remember all the fishing expeditions my dad and I took with Uncle Gibby in my early years. I forget many things these days, but those are memories I will never forget. I pray he is at peace in the arms of the Father and God’s grace and mercy fall upon all my cousins and their children as well as the rest of our family in the wake of our loss.