I picked up a voicemail from Cliff's brother Graeme late last night, saying that he was thinking about me and Cliff because it "was coming to that time of year already" and asked me to call him when I had a minute ... so I responded and he said that he'd be at home all over Christmas and that I'd be welcome anytime, whatever I wanted to do.
Nice, I know.
But what was really nice was that he laughed, really laughed when I told him about the fireworks, and he said he'd been looking at the photo that I gave him. Not only that, it was so good to hear that whenever he saw anyone in town that the first subject they brought up was always Cliff, and how highly they thought of him.
I really liked that. It makes my heart swell with pride.
That's my husband.