Rickey and I always had a very close relationship.  We kept secrets between us.  We were so much alike we could anticipate each other's sentences, thoughts, actions, etc.

We almost lost Rickey when he was a little kid.  He had a ruptured appendix that the doctors failed to diagnose.  He was in the hospital four times in one year and came very close to death. 

Rickey was always full of life and laughter. He loved basketball and riding motorcycles.  He and I shared many days on the Honda riding in the North Georgia mountains.   He and my brother, Michael, shared many great times together too; including the time they buried someone's pet goat that Michael shot by mistake.  He thought it was a white tailed deer.  None of us will ever forget that story.

Rickey, we will always miss you and wish you were here with us, still in our lives.  I will always love you and cherish the times we shared growing up and all the things we shared as adults too - like those rides on the Honda.  And every year on my birthday, I remember all those Happy Birthday calls I used to get from my little brother.  We'll see you again one day - be watching for me, Michael, and Amy to join you in Heaven one day.  Then our original family will again be complete.

Love you,

Big Sis, Judy