I had 3 brothers until I bury my younger brother Bill this week. My little brother would follow me around. Sometimes I would lead him right into trouble. But most of the times we just played. Our neighborhood was filled with children. There was an alley behind the house that we ran up and down. We would built forts from Christmas trees. We played hid and seek and did just about everything a kid could do back there. There was a confederate Jasmine bush that was over 10 feet tall in the alley. We would climb up inside to the top and side down the bush. We would climb almost anything that was there, trees, bushes and garages. We would get on top on the garage and throw roof shingles at each other. Of course we did this when daddy wasn’t home. My little brother followed me. We were in the school choir together. We were both sopranos. They were forming a special boy’s choir. We both tried out for the choir, but he made it. My voice was changing into a tenor and they only wanted sopranos. When we were in high school, we started going our separate ways. We had discovered something new, girls. Bill met a special girl and married her right after high school. He started working in the oil field and I didn’t see him much. He and his wife had three boys and 5 grandchildren. This kept them very busy. Somehow our lives flashed before us and we were older men. Cancer took Bill last week. We buried him this week. And God is still faithful. And I miss my younger brother Bill.
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