Sunday, November 25, 2012
We were raised on the farm by grandma and grandpa, always getting into trouble. When I went to school you would aways look for me to come up the lane just so you could carry my lunch bucket and hold my hand, you were only 4yrs old,I was mean to you and pinched you all the time just so you would cry and grandpa would whip my butt. Alot of these memories I will just keep to myself and cry on the inside, because I will miss you so deeply, you were the only one I had left and now I am alone.I have my husband Gene and he will help me through this somehow, it is hard for me and he tries to understand family is family. Someday we will be together, but for now you are with your Susan and dad. Love you dear brother rest in peace now .
