February 27, 2015
February 27, 2015
Hi Joe, we all miss you very much. It does not get easier with time but I do try to think of the good times when you were there. Happy Birthday bro. Love, Tracy
The trout are running deep today, the catfish even deeper.
My Dad and I sit in our boat, both hoping for a keeper.
Our bait is fresh, our knots are tight,
The sun is high and shining bright.
We'll fish until the "skeeters" bite.
And in our dreams, we'll fish all night.
God bless you, Joe, and both our Dads.