Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I am so sad to hear of Uncle Carl's passing. He was such a tease...who's your boyfriend? What does he look like? Is he cute? Drove me crazy, but I always came back for more. He stayed with us in Pouce Coupe for a week when I was about 12 (I think he was there working). One afternoon he was having a snooze on the couch. I was playing the only 45 record I owned - a Beatles one, of course, on the record player that Auntie Linda had donated to our cause. After about the 30th time, Uncle Carl finally opened one eye and said, "Don't you know that song off by heart yet? I know I do." I thought he had a world of patience...my dad would have said something about 29 times earlier. Uncle Carl was unique because, as a kid, I always felt included - that didn't always happen. Thanks, Uncle Carl, for being you.
