The summer of 1992, I took a trip with Uncle Clarence, my Grandma, and
Mom from our home in California to their hometown in Wisconsin.
The year before, Grandma had been a little ill and was hesitant to travel
so far. I really wanted to see the town she had told me so much about and
be with her when we went. We were all having a special birthday dinner for
my
Grandma. Uncle Clarence was there and my mother suggested that he come with
us. He said he thought that he
would very much like to go. Grandma said, "Oh, but Clarence, what happens
if you die on the road?" I have always loved Uncle Clarence for his answer:
"Well, if I die they can just put me in a U-haul and bring me on home. I
won't know the difference."
Grandma decided to make the trip.
Thank you, Uncle Clarence. |
