Randy John Burris Sr.

Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. I'll always remember when you were a little guy when you came to visit. You always wanted to come over and do fun stuff with us. Then dad put his foot down and said no more, hikes. Then Roland had an iguana, and you asked, "does he bite?" He was in an aquarium and looked so real. We said, "go ahead and pet him and see.." you didn't want to. Finally you built up the courage and reached in to pet him, but he didn't move, and we all laughed.
After Roland passed we knew who his iguana was going to. We love you so much and missed watching you grow up. Remembering you and your loved ones today and always. Your auntie, O'gma.