A few weeks ago, I lost someone close to me, my mommy’s older brother, my Uncle William. The day I found out, I went to my dad’s house crying and selfishly woke him letting him know that my uncle had passed and that I was overcome by grief. We’ve lost too many in the Clark family.
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| My Uncle and my Mommy. May they rest in peace. |
My Uncle William was an amazing man. He was a loving husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, cousin, neighbor and just an overall great guy to all who came in contact with him. He always checked on me and my cousins near or far. Whenever I went over his house, he made me feel like I was at home and each time my Aunt Karen had a delicious meal on the stove with enough to share with whoever happened to be at their house. I remember distinctly when my mother was ill she would always be on the phone with my Uncle William. When I would call her, she would without fail say I just got off the phone with your Uncle William, you should call him sometime. My dad jokingly said she should move up to NJ to talk in person since they spent most of their time each day talking with each other. My Uncle William always called to check on my mother, and we really appreciated it. He was there for her when we couldn’t be all the time. Everyone in my family has similar stories of how Uncle William looked out for them in their times of need.
