I have so many wonderful memories of my big brother Walt. He was always there for our parents and the seven of us; his sisters and brothers.My first memory of him was when I was about four years old at our home in Rochester, Ma Walt would load us in a small wagon and drive us around. I fell off and Walt drove over my right arm but he picked me right up and carried me in his arms to the house and made sure I was alright. That was his way, always there no matter what! I still remember him holding me and making me feel important to him. He called me H.O. or P.U., depending on how he felt at the time!
Over the years I came to respect and look up to him more and more. He wasn't just my brother, he was my friend. So many times he put his life on hold to make sure our family was cared for. He was such a good man.
His three children are are such loving gifts to us, thanks so much Walt.
Thank you Judy for loving him and caring for him through the good times and bad. Thank you Mitch, Merry and Mandy for growing up to be the children he was so proud of. Thanks to the extended family for making him an important part of your lives and many thanks for all the caregivers who made his last days comfortable and peaceful.
Most of all, thank you Walt for being my big brother. You'll always be so special to me and I love you. See you in the wet wash!
