Today at my uncle Wally’s celebration of life1, after his daughter, Heidi, gave a wonderful eulogy she asked if anyone else wanted to come up and say a few words. There were a couple of folks that made their move to the microphone, meanwhile our young daughter whispered to me asking if she could go up. I was hesitant because I worried that a seven year old might be anxious for the spotlight but not necessarily know what is appropriate to say so I thought we should just wait and see how many people are eager to get up there and asked her to please wait for me to give her the signal. Well, she didn’t wait. As soon as there was the slightest gap between speakers she rushed the podium and grabbed the microphone. There was a short silence as she gathered her nerve but then went on to say how she was glad to be here today; so glad she could be a Milner; and that even though she wasn’t old enough to meet Wally2, he seemed like a really sweet guy. It was PERFECT.
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- She did meet him two or three times but she was very young and I guess doesn’t remember.[↩]