Memories

My Uncle Billy passed away last week. While it was a difficult sad time it was also a blessing to spend time with family that we have not seen in years and years.

Here is a photo of me and my Uncle when I was a teenager.









He was a volunteer firemen and they gave him such a wonderful service.

They rode his casket on the firetruck from the funeral home to the firehouse.

All the firemen were outside saluting him when we pulled up.



They had his firemens gear outside. This is a photo of his 3 children wearing

firehouse t-shirts in honor of their Dad. You can see his firemen gear in front of them.






This is the firemen when we pulled up.



They had his name on the sign his nickname was Indian.

This is his children from Florida and their Mom.






This is his 3 children, his oldest son looks just like him.

So thankful for the Lord who works all things out for our good.

We know where Uncle Billy is, and look forward to the day

when we see him again.