Thursday, January 12, 2023
When I was about three years old and uncle Jimmy was 11 he used to come and visit with us for a week or so. On one of the visits my brother Neal and Jimmy took my teddy bear and as I tried to get it back, they threw it back-and-forth and tore it up. I cried and cried until my mom finally mended it. Jimmy had a good sense of humor and he laughed about it. Every time I saw him the rest of my life or I should say his. Of course I loved him and forgive him. One year about 20 years ago. When I stopped to visit, he gave me a Santa teddy bear and thought it was the funniest thing ever. I will miss him forever. I loved my uncle Jimmy. Judy Gabbard Brunk
