Joe, I was going to say this at the Funeral, but I think it's best I say it here. Just some memories from our lives together. From way back when we were kids playing in the woods, and picking berries for Mom to make us jam. Sitting in Mom's garden with a salt shaker eating tomatoes. Then when we were older and on Friday nights we would have party's in the basement, my girl friends and your buddies and Mom would even join us sometimes all the kids loved her. Mom and I showing up at the pay lakes at night and surprised you and the guys and fish with you for hours. There are so many more but you know that, can't go on forever. But just one last one. Then there was the time you moved to New York, and came home cause it was so cold there, and had no job, and no where to live so you moved in with me. You would go out and come home and want to talk half the night. Then one night you came home and told me about a lady you met. And the rest is history because you met your soul mate Ethel, and well we all know the rest of the story from there. You told me she was the one. And she must have been she's still there. Well I know God opened his arms wide when he seen you coming. The best big brother any sister could ever want to have from childhood to now. Love You, and Rest in peace, Shirley.