
We, Cliff's "North Dakota" family, cannot express in words
the loss of this gentle, quiet brother. We want to thank you, his Montana
family, for the years of friendship.
Cliff was back home to Forman the last weekend in July to help celebrate
our Mom's 84th birthday. Over 50 of us in her immediate family gathered
at Silver Lake for a picnic. Cliff, in his quiet manner, made personal contact
with each one from Mom down to my two month old grandson. Only three nieces
weren't able to attend and enjoy our last visit with Cliff.
I remember the day Cliff was born. The family was in shock that day, as
our Dad's 44 year old brother had died unexpectedly the day before, leaving
six small children. Cliff was named after an uncle of ours from Illinois
who had no sons.
Cliff was number seven of eight children. There are six of us here today,
along with some of our families, but Mom and the others who couldn't make
the 1100 mile trip are with us in prayer and thoughts.
Cliff was the only one of us "Nelson kyds" to attend college and
he was just short of his Ph.D. (we think). Otherwise, he was like us in
these ways -
-We all attended a rural two-room school, Rutland Consolidated, five or six miles from Forman.We, also, found it difficult to converse with Cliff person to person, but he and I could freely discuss over the phone our good times and our troubled times. He'd tell me his concerns for some of his friends out here and I'd discuss concerns of my family. What a listener he was!
-We all graduated from high school out of Forman.
-We attended Vacation Bible School at a rural church next to our farm.
-We all lived in a small three bedroom farm home, raised by a mom and dad who provided us with the things that were important - love, respect, a freedom to enjoy whatever age we were, but the knowledge we were responsible for our actions.