Gary Druesedow

It's been a long time. I remember the Sundays at church when you lived at Muleshoe and the dinners, sometimes, afterward at Grandpa and Grandma Hill's house. Halloween trick or treating. Your dad getting us all to hold hands then grabbing the electric fence. After you moved to Haskell, I remember when you, Ronald, and I shot all those frogs and we had a big platter of frog legs. When we went dove hunting, and when that pen of chickens would go berserk when you honked your horn as we drove...

My prayers are with you Harrison and Dawson and family!