Donna Boone
Barry Boone
My cousin. A child hood friend..
We played in the creek.
We roller skates.
Later we grew. We worked together for a short while.
My Daddy would make the very long trip to Georgia. From California. Every summer..
With tears I will always love Barry.
Barry I know by now you have found Albert your Uncle Bobby Aunt Nehi. And our Granny.
I will see you when God calls my name.