Friday, August 2, 2024
Oh, my nephew you're free. You dealt with this illness with grace and strength. Everytime we talked I was awed at the strong man you had become. Although the jokester who liked to confuse his friends when we ran into each other out and about was hysterical ! The looks on their faces when you called me Auntie Sheri at the Park Bench always gave me a good laugh. I love and miss you. But, at last you're free of the confines. Soar high. Junior, I'm so sorry, you're in my prayers. Even though I was only around four,
I still remember time spent with Randy, Mom and Karen explaining he was my nephew. Thank you for the gift he truly was.
