Thursday, September 8, 2011
Clarence and I had the same birthday--only he was a year older, same class, he joined up in his senior year, didn't graduate. He always told me he was my older brother--which was good because he could really fight and bad because his family was not really good at parenting. However, he found a family who gave him strong guidance in the US Navy and in his wife. I always regretted that I never saw him to tell him that I was willing to introduce him as my older brother. God understands, and, I am sure, so does Clarence.
