My Brother John
John was my oldest living brother. We had another brother but he died in 1927. Brother John had one of the warmest hearts of anyone in the world. He loved his family and would do anything for them. He worked in the cold and snow when he could hardly go on just to provide for his family plus his Mom and Dad's. Life was never easy for him, some by his own actions, but he continued on. I miss him every day and wish he were here, but I know the pain he endured through out the last years of his life and would never wish that upon him.
