HEY KIDDO. You have no idea how often you are on my mind. We were so fortunate to have grown up like we did with 2 loving parents and where we did, out there on the farm. Remember how we climbed all the trees in the grove? And the viaducts we dug in the sand for our cars to drive over. And all the 4-H picnics, etc. I wish we were back there now. So, I just have to bide my time till I can join you up there. Ain't fair you get to see heaven before me. Miss you little brother.

I so often can see you I my mind on those days of family gatherings when you always came to the door to greet us and also accompanied us to the door when we left. I so loved you being so gracious . Miss you kiddo. Norma