Uncle Bunk

Saturday was Byron Sparks funeral. Otherwise known as Uncle Bunk.

I actually don't remember him looking
the way he did in the picture above.
He was in an accident at work that severely disfigured his face.
I remember it scaring me the first time I saw him,
but he was so loving and sweet that the scars faded away.

The fam, minus Hollita.



The military honors were neat to see. He served as a cook, much to the dismay of his father.

Jack had a grand time being passed around.

He had some great stories told about him. Very tough guy.
But still very loving.What a great tribute to life.


He was a devote Aggies fan. He also loved to play cards. He was buried with a pack of cards, a book by his favorite author, and...well it isn't my secret to tell.

Of course, her song was played. We all cried.

Of course it wouldn't be a Sparks gathering without some good old fashioned casual swearing...over the pulpit.