Monday, May 16, 2016
<p>Rest in Peace Uncle Clay</p>I hate being called Nikki. My skin crawls and muscles tense when someone says, "Hey Nikki." But I let one person call me Nikki. My uncle Clay. When I think back to my childhood there was always a pitched of green Kool-aid in his fridge and his chuckle in the background. I can probably count on one hand the times I saw his hair brushed and his shirt clean. He was always ready for an adventure, to fix something, to help someone, to get filthy and live life. The last time he was over he brought the biggest thing of strawberries I've ever seen. He was sure to tell me how to slice them up and add just enough sugar to bring out their sweetness. Now whenever I macerate berries, I will forever think of him. Life was to short for you uncle Clay, rest in peace and spend some time with grandpa until the rest of us get there. With love, Nicole
