Thank you for being a great brother to me. I wish that I would have spent more time with you.But as some say that is water under the bridge and it cannot be brought back! It seems we grew up so fast. You were just a little grubby boy when I first met you in Benton City. Well, maybe not a grubby boy but still very young. i think you were 7 years old when I meet you for the first time. Then our families went our separate ways. making contact once in a while at reunions and holidays. I was thinking about the summer when we lived in Benton City and I was inspired to be a pitcher for the local baseball team. We played a lot of cactch in those days while I was getting my arm ready to pitch. My worst, worst memory of pitching was to you out behind the outdoor toilet. I tried my best to strike you out but you kept on hitting the ball!!!!!! I became so frustated that I just gave up and for an excuse not to pitch anymore i said my arm was sore. When I get to heaven we will play catch again but no more trying to strike you out. 

Bardie may God continue to bless you and your family and keep each one safe until that great family reunion with God.