He was a sweet man who took Pam, Quinn, and I into his home last year when we moved here--taking a family with a toddler in, despite his cancer. He offered us his home without hesitation. He rapidly became Quinn's "Uncle Uh-oh." Quinn loved to play with him, and play with his "Buzzy Chair."
His last few months were so painful that he didn't want visitors most of the time, and only occasionally was up to talking on the phone.
I hope our little guy brought him joy in his last year, and I won't forget his gifts to us--both this past year and in service to our country and its allies.
Please take a moment in whatever way you see fit to remember and honor Clarence Fenske.