Saturday, April 11, 2009
You had your first stroke before I even met you. But you were a fighter, and I have many memories of you in the years that followed. You spent a week with us in Dallas -- meeting all our friends and feeding us fried catfish. You took me to buy the best peaches I've ever tasted direct from the man who grew them. You lived your life to its fullest, even after moving into assisted living. BR and I still tell the "Budweiser" joke, but not nearly as well as you.
It's been three years since you passed. BR appreciates the nighttime visits from his daddy.