To my step-brother Gilbert (Gibby):
We had the same great Dad but different Moms and you passed when I was 12 years old at the young age of 32. I don't remember much of you but what always stood out was your calming nature. You never seemed to be upset by much even when your kids and me were making one heck of a ruckus in your back yard playing. You always had a smile on your face I remember being very excited everytime Mom or Dad would say, "We're going to Gibby's for supper". I still have a picture of you in my apartment. For the past 6 months or so you've been on my mind alot and even crept into my dreams. Does this mean you are watching out for me? I hope so because we've got alot of catching up to do when I get there. I'm glad that you and Dad are together again. See you later.

To my family friend Doris:
You lived just up the lane from me and were Mom and Dad's friend but to me you became a big sister and second Mom all rolled into one. I remember the times when I was feeling down and I would run up the lane to talk. You always greeted me with a smile and a big hug and we'd talk and talk and talk it all out. I always wanted to be near you; maybe because I always wanted a sister or maybe because you listened and cared about what I had to say. You meant the world to me and I loved you very much. When I was 15 you got sick with cancer; I was an awkward teen and found other interests. I'm so ashamed than I never came to see you in the hospital. I think I was afraid of the reality; that you were dying and somehow not seeing you would make it all go away. Sadly you went away but the cancer didn't. When Mom told me the news I remember crying and crying for days. I pray that you have forgiven me and can hear my words when I say that I would give anything in the world to have you back here again. My only comfort is knowing that I will see you again in heaven. RIP Doris.