Thank You

Y'all are too nice, cause you've read my Clarkie blog. I'm just so glad you've read it and appreciated it. It helped me remember my awesome uncle without grief, and I hope it helped some of you do the same. I have received some flak from other uncles for calling Clark my favorite uncle. Let me revise my statement for you: He was my favorite uncle who was 55. Better? ;)

Today was the memorial service, and we had a time crying and remembering and loving him. It was a great service. Kendra and company put together a beautiful slide show set to Van Morrison's "Into the Mystic." It was a touching day.

On the way home we stopped at McDonald's, and I got a Big Mac. My first one in three years. After my great-grandmother died, I went to McD's with Clark, Carla, Kendra, and my mom. I didn't want to eat, cause I was so sad. Clark told me to eat a Big Mac anyway; it would make me feel better. After that first bite I realized how hungry I was and gobbled it up. To this day I always want a Big Mac after funerals. That must be some sort of Pavlovian thing.