My uncle passed away two days after the Columbus, Ohio NCECA conference ended. I had left his bedside after visiting him as he ate a steak dinner in the Washington, Pennsylvania Hospital. After I drove for an hour toward home, a phone call changed my route from westbound to eastbound. The service was typical of most funerals, yet I felt a sense of anxiety. I allowed the emotion to run its course and returned to teaching and making figurative clay works. Two days after returning home from the Indianapolis NCECA conference, I found my uncle's obituary from the newspaper. I had put it away in a book of memories of deceased family members and pets. The article from the newspaper floated onto the floor, along with photographs of past clay work.
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