I’ve lost somebody very close to me on Sunday around 1 am, and his name was Kendall – he was like a second Grandfather to me. The last time I said hi to him was a week before when my Grandmother called to tell me she has received my homemade cards (Kendall got a huge kick out of them). I’m just glad he got to see them. Something told me I should send them for Memorial Day instead of 4th of July, and I’m content that I went with my gut.
Kendall, you will be missed. Dearly.