My Brother Roger,
I was the oldest growing up and the only girl.  I always called him Rog and he always called me Sue.  He was 7 years younger than me, but he was the first born male and I was the first born female.  Because of this we were very close.  I was always the big sister growing up which wasn’t always a real advantage, believe me, but after mom and dad passed,  it seemed like we were closer than ever. 

 Rog was always a quiet guy, but everyone liked him.  He was a gentleman and had high values and great character.  He did things right.  I don’t know that he knew how much I depended on him and leaned on him and respected him.  We just sort of did that for each other.  He loved to read and we had that in common as well as our love for country music and corvettes.  We both had them when we were younger. I can always picture him driving his Black Corvette Split Window when he was in the Air Force.  He loved that car.  I would say that my 1964 Blue & White Stingray Coup was prettier and he would say his was meaner. 

 He was a black and white guy and wouldn’t bend on the outside, but he was a softy on the inside, always wanting to make those he loved happy. 

 I will miss him every day of my life, his laugh, the cantankerous twinkle in his eye and his love.
Sue 

A Great Love Story: I remember Darling, I remember every second of our precious time together. The day you pulled up along side of me as I was walking home from school to ask me if you could take me home, of course I refused. I was in junior high and you were in high school as I would later learn. Even though I didn't accept a ride home from you for almost a year, you continued to pull up beside me and ask. I got to know you in those sweet moments, when you smiled at me, when you lingered a little before driving away, I learned of your gentleness, your great laugh, your perseverance, and yes it was that sweet smile that brought me into you and it's where I would learn to feel safe. I thought you were so handsome, yes i was falling in love with you, you would later tell me that you had fallen in love with me the moment you saw this little red haired girl. And so it began, our 42 year love story. How I miss you darling, how I ache for just one more day. But I know that when my time on earth is through, our hearts will find each other again and we will continue our great love story, Forever, your little red haired girl