Life The Way You Dream It To Be

Last week we flew to New Orleans for Charlie’s uncle who died hours after we arrived. In the days that followed, we helped clean out his apartment. “I would not have guessed he had so much stuff,” Charlie said. Uncle Lloyd liked to wear the same outfit everyday, so on the bed was a bag filled with light blue, short sleeved, button-up shirts, and underneath those were many pairs of his favorite navy blue pants. There was a straw hat he carried back from his post-retirement world travel to China, Russia, and other getaways. There was a mug with Far…