What can I say about my Uncle Clint…
One of my earliest memories of him is from when I was three. He made me eat beans—beans I absolutely hated—and told me I couldn’t leave the table or have a Girl Guide cookie until I finished them. In the end, I choked them down and got my cookie. Even though I still hate beans to this day, it’s one of my favourite childhood memories.
There are so many moments that come to mind: Christmases in Kitchener, family dinners, camping, and even getting the chance to work at M&M. Uncle Clint would always joke that if he heard “Who Let the Dogs Out” one more time, he was going to break the radio. Every time I hear that song now, I can still hear him yelling about it—and it always makes me smile.
I’ll miss you, Uncle Clint.
