My Dear Old Friend
Saturday, July 11th, 2009Greeting his neighbors to the left and right. Always with a smile that would light up the night.
Driving through the neighborhood so, so slow, 5 miles and hour is as fast as that car would go.
Mr. Turner would always say "Where's that Brandon?" Well here I am saying goodbye to my dear old friend.
It's you one day that I'd hope to see, as I grow up and try to be the "fine young man" that you always said I'd be.
Love,
Brandon
I finally was able to get my hands on the tribute that my parents 10 year old neighbor wrote for my Dad's memorial service.
I thought this was very nice of him. We love you to Brandon.
