Another Dad Culled from the Family
My uncle, Bunker, went his own way in life and he went his own way in death as well. I don't ow much of the particulars of the event but I have the big picture in focus.
Douglas "Bunker" Kitchel passed away this weekend with both of his families in full attendance.
My heart goes out to my cousins, my aunt and everyone else so closely affected by his loss.

It had been a few years since I've seen him in person but Bunker always had a hand in our lives, if only by demonstrating how to derive maximum pleasure from his own. He was a joyous type of man, happy in his existence, happy in his work, happy in just about all he did. But there was a dark side in his drinking, a facet of his personality that I've only heard about and had never witnessed first hand. My interactions were always fun and exciting, an adventure waiting to be begun. He taught me how to shoot a rifle and how to pack and label ice cream for sale across New England.

He was a good man, a good father and he will be missed by all who knew him. Travel well, Bunker.