As I awoke this morning, my brother was on my mind. Last night, I drove to Sapulpa to have dinner with him. That has become a ritual over the last year and a half, since Terrie died. About every two weeks, I head that way for just an hour or so. Just some time to fill my need to be near family.
Last night, his youngest daughter went with us to have catfish. We had a great time together, laughing, and telling stories. My niece commented on how great it was to hear my brother and I exchange quips. We have the same type of humor. We seem to think along the same lines of thought. We are much alike, but still our own . Continue reading