Monday, February 7, 2011
We were just talking about you and your mom the other day. I was remembering when we were kids going to the camp and playing in the jail and especially the padded cell. Going up all those steps to get to your house. Your mom was always sweet and kind to me. I have always thought a lot of her. I remember her stopping the car on the way home from camp one day on the Hebert road and picking wild flowers. We were going to plan to spend one whole day picking more. Your mom will be missed.