Danny
Uncle Abe was always a beacon of joy any time he came to visit, it was something about looking out the window as a small child after hearing his truck pull in the driveway, seeing that man in a ball cap and always whistling a tune, opening the creeky storm door and yelling out to dad "what are ya at brodder?!" It was always a treat. Every memory I have of him is cheerful, and many involved a cup of tea. Uncle Abe is at peace and I'm sure he is already finding the best grounds for cod fishing in heaven. We are all here for you Aunt Annie and we love you very much. God bless
Thursday April 16, 2015 at 8:16 pm