May God bless you and your...
I have a special place in my heart for Uncle Wils. One day when we were visiting Aunt Fuzzy and Uncle Cline, he sat down next to me with his box and told me to pick anything out of it. Apparently, that's not something unique to me -- he was generous with everyone. However, there is something unique about him and me that I love: he was just like my Poppa. When he died too young, I had comfort in knowing Uncle Wils because they were so similar. They looked the same, talked the same, acted the...
Victoria Eads
June 20, 2003 | Gainesville, FL


