Many memories. Bird netting in the yard, guitar in the garage, lifts to school, Rocky on chopstick crutches. I miss you. Wendy.

We may not have that much of each other but when we did it was like we had never been apart.When anybody said to me-"Bobs your Uncle"-I came back with"No he is my brother".-Always.-Bill.

Dad arriving home after work and me meeting him with glee, because he always had something for me......be it a toy, treat or a big hug.