To me he was Uncle Mani or Papa Klima, but he was my parents best friend, my best friends father and force in many lives. I think of him often. To Heide and Mama Klima I'm sending hugs and wishing we were all sharing some tea and brownies on the red couch. Better yet, a glass of wine out in the gardens on a warm evening. (This summer FOR SURE)
I remember driving to German School in the little MG. I remember all that time at the beach, walking to Kismet, re-lighting the lighthouse, racing to beat the toll. Too many memories to list, and I am just one little part. All those people at the celebration last year, and the memorial/dedication have their stories and memories.
You know, I'm a Cancer and we're sappy and sentimental and I couldn't let this day go without a remembrance.
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