I wanted to share things at the service Friday but I know I won't be able to. Emotions tend to overtake me at the strangest times. There are some things I would like to share with you about my brother. He was kind, sweet and simple. We had a connection. I remember he was playing basket ball at the school one year, it was something that a bunch of people did every Saturday. Greg Patterson and I were heading out of town that morning and the squad was dispatched. Greg was not on duty that morning but I told him we needed to go to the gym. He said why? I told him the call is for my brother. I could feel it. He thought I was being silly. We went to the gym and sure enough it was my brother. He had messed up his ankle. Things like that happened a lot. I knew what he was thinking before he even said anything. I was so glad when he moved in with us. He was such a joy to have here. He was a huge movie buff and would constantly ask me, "did you know?" Nope I didn't know but he sure did. We talked every single day throughout the day even tho I would be home in the evenings. It always started out Sis I hate to bother you but. Oh how I wish I could hear him say that now. I miss him so much but I know he knew how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me. I also know he's in heaven with Dad now watching over all of us. I will see him again. And for that I'm so thankful.