Friday, October 26, 2012
My father always refered to "Smitty", As his son. He used to ask me when I was a little girl," Tell me again, how many brother's, you got ?" And of course I would tell him, "I got 4, Bobby, Charley, Walter and John." Well, my big brother, you will be missed here, but you will be welcomed home with open arms,not only by our savor Jesus Christ, but by our Dad as well.
