Today, November 15th, I learned that my dear uncle Om Henk, also my namesake, passed away after a long struggle with COPD. Recently, I sent the following piece to my Om (Uncle) Henk and Tante (Aunt) Liny on the occasion of their 50th anniversary, and it seemed appropriate to post it today. I first met Om Henk in Holland when I was 4 years old or so.  By way of background, Opa and most of the family went to Canada in 1952.  But my mother and father stayed in Holland until 1959, and emigrated to Canada that year. So Om Henk came to our house around 1958, give or take, as I said, when I was 4 or 5 years old.  We had little…