Let me tell you about my Uncle Jim. He left the world a little earlier than most - at age 27... and I never got to meet him - but his spirit was such a lively one that I've had stories and stories told to me to fill my head with many fond images of this uncle I never "officially" met.
Jim was my mom's brother - they came from a family of six kids and grew up on the Southside of Chicago. Jim was on the older end of the six siblings, and a favorite amongst them all. He wrote silly songs - one of which my mom taught my brothers and I when we were little, and to this day I still remember them. (It involves snorkelmen and finding ocean animals in the river.) There was also a silly song about motorcycles. Ask me - I will sing them for you. He introduced my mother to coffee, and let her in on the (top, top) secret: that Dunkin Donuts is one of the best coffees around.
Beyond light-hearted fun and coffee preferences, though, my Uncle Jim was both spiritual and profound. I'm told he attempted priesthood, but wasn't obedient enough. He also was my first introduction to reincarnation.