Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Dearest sister Rose I'm going to miss you! I have so many memories growing up. There was times we would have a bubble bath that covered our heads and pore Margaret would have to clean up the soapy mess. Or the times we would sit on the porch you with the baral of flour and I with powder milk and spitting it at each other. Yours would come out in a puff and mine in chunks. I can still invision when you were mad at me and came running after me with teeth clenched scary but funny at the same time. Remember eating onion sandwiches with an extra piece of bread. Oh that time when you accidently put the axe head in the post with my fingers there, you got me to keep it a secret until it got really infected. I love you then, now ,and always. I will allways be thinking of you and of the times we had together.we'll see each other again when Jesus comes to awake you and take you home. Until then I'll carey on until my eyes behold the city until that day he calls us home. Just think we'll see mom then. Rest dear sis your race is done.
