Thibodaux, Louisiana
Thibodaux, Louisiana
in memory of
It’s my brother.
I would call him every day, he would check up on me, he would come see me, I would tell him I love him, I used to go see him and be there for the kids.
I have a lot. I mean, my face, because we look alike. Certain foods I don’t eat it cause he didn’t used to eat it, like fat on food, he didn’t like fat on food.
I wish he would have stayed where he was, I wish he would have stayed at work, and then he would still be here, cause I don’t know who it was for, but it wasn’t meant for him, you know?