Claire Dibelius
My earliest memory was when my uncle came to USA. My mom and dad let me skip school to welcome him home to us after he and mom separated during WWII. He came home with us to live and life with him was always so much fun. As a young child I looked to him and loved him from the beginning. I remember thinking of him more of a big brother, so much older than myself and wiser. I will miss his smile and constant love.
I love you Uncle
Claire