Wednesday, July 4, 2007
John, You know how much Bea meant to me but for the record. Nobody could make me feel better when I was ailing, nobody could make a better tomato sandwich, nobody laughed heartier at my jokes, nobody else made me colored butterbeans, etc.etc. Her red shoes are now permanently retired but I'll always remember that she won her division. Now she's won the greatest race of all. There's no doubt in my mind that she's resting in the arms of Jesus. I love you as brother number 1 or 2 depending on where Bea was placing me at the time. Bill
