June Pockrus
I still miss you my dear, dear brother. I remember many fun times we had as kids, swinging on the grape vines, digging tunnels in the side of a bank of dirt, building tree houses, and me reading your wonderful book reports from school. I remember some not no fun - picking cotton, looking behind me and seeing you dreaming again watching the birds flying across the sky. Dream on. You are at rest now. I'm so glad you are no longer hurting.