My Dearest , Dearest Friend & Sweetie
I will miss you so much, but your pain was so great, that God knew you could not take anymore.. You are now in his arms.
If I could have beared some of your pain, I would have.
I was so hurt when I had to put you in Assisant living. We both cried, you wanted me to take you home.
You said "I wont be any trouble".I knew you were not going to be trouble. But I just couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough.
I remember when you use to call me up and sing to me,what a beautiful voice.
Thank you for the beautiful memories.
I will always love you,
you are now with Easter.
I am sure she is happy to see you.
God Bless You
Friday, November 13, 2009

PawPaw,

You are the only Paw-Paw I knew and you always took good care of Maw-Maw. May you rest in peace!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I am another niece, the daughter of Elena. One thing that was very certain was his devotion to his mother, Momo. It was mutual. The many times I slept in the middle bedroom at Momo's house it seemed that it was Uncle Clif's room. His extra shoes and clothes where there and along side the rack was his hormonica. During those years in the 1950's he may have come and gone but his home base was that middle bedroom.
This touched my core. He was loyal and loving.
Through the years I wanted him to know that I loved him and often told him so. The twinkle in his eyes and smile revealed that he delighted in hearing this. What kept me feeling a connection with him is that I truly felt cared for and loved by him.
He told me that his Dad died when he was very young and that he remembered waiting everyday for his Dad to come home from work. Then Uncle Cliff would run into the open arms of his Dad. It is overwhelming to imagine that Uncle Cliff ran one last time into the arms of his Dad. Oh,such long awaited joy!
Thank you, Uncle Cliff for being so significant in my life. You will live forever in my heart.
Love, Mary Collins Ammermann



Wednesday, November 11, 2009

My deepest sympathy to all the family members of Clifton.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009

As the oldest grandchild on the Vincent side, my memories of Uncle Clif naturally go back a bit farther than my siblings or cousins. Uncle Clyde, Uncle Clif, and Aunt Hilda were all teenagers when I was born in 1944. Uncle Clif was always a private man, very quiet, and loved to look all spiffed up, especially the hair with that well-combed flip. He had such a great smile! I always thought he was such a handsome man!! When I visited Notre Dame cathedral in Paris, France in 2000, I lit a candle there for him and Esther. I called him later and told him I did that because he had sent Mother a postcard from there in 1945, when he was in the service, telling her how beautiful it was. I remembered that and wanted him to know; he was happy I thought of him and that postcard so many years later. We didn't talk often, but I did get the chance to visit with him in May and told him then that I loved him and wanted him to know that. We both cried, talking about my mother.
God bless you, Uncle Clif, and give Mother and Elena Mae each a big hug from me!
Your niece, Cheryl
Monday, November 9, 2009