May God bless you and your...
When I see that kind face and smile, I always smile back. Memories do flood. Ah, Freddie. How you are missed by your loving Iris and your sons and grandsons. Those little guys are growing like weeds and we'll just assume you probably already see that and are watching over. Your old music buddies, here, miss you, too. We miss you playing that bass and helping us keep time. Time. It's about the only thing that offers a small bit of ease, a bit of comfort, since you've been gone. We'll catch you...
Eva Rose
October 27, 2025 | Friend




