so here i am, sitting in your office, on your computer. as i look around, i can't help but smile. all i see is your jeff gordan hats, clock, flags, pictures. and i also see stuff for trains, or fishing stuff. and i see that mema suckerd you into putting some plants in here. sitting in here actually makes me really sad, and i try to remember all the good times we had. from you taking me fishing a couple times, to you bringing jarred and i camping. i remember everytime jarred and i went to go for a bike ride, you made us take our walking talkies incase something happened. and if we didn't you were mad. your sister and her husband just walked in. and knowing they're here, and you're not, makes me sad. i've been here since thursday, and this house just feels empty. and i feel lost. i don't know what to do. sitting in your chair, and not having you come yell at me and tell me to get out because you wanted to sit there is weird, or seeing your cord throughout the whole house is weird too. i miss it. i miss you. this house isn't the same. this family isn't the same. its seriously weird. even though we never had a lot of memories, because i live so far away, i will never forget you. you didn't have to marry mema and raise her ten kids, but you did. and you didn't have to treat their kids as your grandkids, but you did. and i'm honestly glad to call you my poppa. no matter what i've done, you were there to yell at me, and make me realize i needed to straighten up. thank you for everything poppa. i love you so much. and i miss you so much. <3

as I set here i can see us when we were young always doing something to hurt our brother from removing the hay when he jump to scaring him . As we grew uo we left there and moved to you would get on the bus and get off nevergetting into school then when you lived in Fla.the frist night I got there you told me how to drive and what to look out for and i will not say what it was but we laugh about it what fun we had. Then when we grow up and got married and the family was all grown we would camp together remember the year there was so much rain that we stept out and the water was over our shoes and we couldn't get the campers so much mud thoes were the days you never forget but every good thing comes to an end now you are gone this is all I have to remember and laugh about until we see each other again thank you for all the fun we had growing up

Aunt Janie and Uncle Hugh would visit my parents often. They brought more joy to them than any one else. Mom so looked forward to it after Dad passed away.
  They would catch her up on all the news and Hugh would listen to her, and tell her jokes and make her laugh and Aunt Janie to. She would call me up later to tell me all the news and the jokes and she would laugh telling me about it, and even now it makes me feel so good. Few would take the time to listen to mom. but he did.... he was and is a wonderful man, he married my Aunt Janie with pure love , and accepted all 10 children. He will be greatly missed.. love Pat and John Hodge