Ronald Blair Moss

It asked me to share a memory.How can I choose one memory of my little baby brother called small fry. My first memory of you was mommy's big belly once there and a week later, not there, but in her arms instead.
Was a tiny baby.
Stoppedin to a blue bunting. I was pushed aside because all the Italian women in the neighborhood were gathered around to admire the new life. Memories of Christmas Es when small fry had to go downstairs frst lest he be crushed by the stampede of many children, some who were foster children. . Memories of my brother, sharing our parents relocating to heaven memories of weddings and Funerals and thanksgiving n arguments and hugs to make up for the argument.I love Roonnie and I miss him with all my heart. I miss oour Monday ritual of the phone ringing exactly at eight thirty a m for our weekly catch up. Our last gadfish was probably our best as he was so excited over the new house and raking leagues outside with his daughter, we talked for 45 minutes that day and we closed out by saying I love you Ron, and he said, I love you, Sis.

I'll be seeing you soon, Ss, keep the front porch light on for me