Sunday, September 23, 2012
Dear Stan I can't call you Uncle, because you were more like my big brother. I have many memories of you. Like the times you and Ron Lawrence would climb up the tree on the front lawn and whistle at the pretty blonde girl as she walked by. The times we would watch the Mickie Mouse Club and when you would take my colouring books. I remember the time Rob fell off the diaper table and you held him most of the night just to make sure he was okay. And the night you found he cut a chunk out of his hair, you told me to not get his hair cut he needed to be taught a lesson. You knew best, he never did again. I will miss you. I am sorry I never told you that I loved you, I did you know. Love Deb
