Friday, July 31, 2009
One of my memories of my brother Walter was when we were kids and used to go frog hunting behind our house in Carver on the cranberry bog. Mother gave us a rope and told us if one of us falls in throw the rope, well of course, I fell into the ditch. My brother however, did not throw the rope to me because it was nice and slimy from the bog ditch water but I managed to climb up the side of the ditch to dry land. If I could have thrown my brother a rope this time to pull him out of the ditch called "pain and sickness" I would have but life and God had other plans. I love you dear brother, may you find peace. Love, your sister, Peggy
