God blessed me with a great brother in John. My earliest memory is when I was 4 and he was 16, our folks were moving to a new home. I didn’t understand what was going on and he sat patiently with me to make sure I was OK. He was my brother, my friend, my counselor, and as we got older, my partner in crime. The last words we said to each other were “I love you brother”! I KNOW he’s home now with Ladi, our brother Bill, and our folks! What a wonderful reunion that must be! I’ll see you again John.
I love you brother