Dear Butch, I wish Heaven had a phone so I could call you and hear your voice again. I need you tell your little sister just how to deal with this. I thought about you today, but that's not a new thing. I talked about you yesterday … and boy did I tell some stories on you the day before that. I think of you when it's quiet, and find I'm saying your name a lot. I've got my memories of you. I've got your Rosary is in my hand. I've got pictures I look at, but that doesn't bring you here to talk to me. The memory of us growing up together is one of my keepsakes, and I will never part with that. I know God's got you in his arms for sure Butch … but I've got you in my heart. I love you. Connie