Toot, what can I say. I have so many memories, but they are mostly of when you were small. You had a rough upbringing. Pretty much raised yourself. Mom worked so hard to just put food on the table. Your father was pretty rough on you. I knew you to be a tough little boy, and grew to be a tough man. But there was a 'tender' side of you. One you kept hidden. I believe you felt you HAD to. You could show no weakness. Oh, the man you could have been, had you been given the chance. Anyway, I won't dwell on the 'could of, and should have been'. I remember your tremendous love for mom. She was your rock. As she was mine. And all of ours, for that matter. I remember how you and Terry would wrestle around in the living room. At times getting pretty rough. Like the time your foot was broken, in a cast, and Terry had a hold of it. He was telling you to say uncle, and you wouldn't! All you had to do was say it! But, you never did. You were one tough little guy! I remember a time we were awakened to you singing 'if you think I'm sexy, and you want my body" in the bathroom one morning. At the top of your lungs! lol Terry raised his head and said "what the H*** is that!!!" Laughter for weeks!!! LOL I am smiling now thinking of it. (sorry brother, but you COULD NOT sing!)
I remember the time you fell asleep while we were camping, and we painted your face and put barrettes in your hair. We wrote, 'you snooze you loose' on your chest. Terry held you down once you woke, because we weren't finished. You were laughing so hard!!! I found a picture of that not to long ago. So much fun!
Yes, your life was rough, and I know God saw every bit of it. You are with him now. Until I see you again little brother, this is just, "see you soon. I love you...." <3