Laura Wesley
Brother as I so fondly called him because I am his youngest sister and he always introduced me as his baby sister. He loved to talk about his childhood. He loved to make a yard look good. He loved to work in the soil. When he was younger, he always grew vegetables and he was good at it.
He kept his yard beautiful and won several awards for having the best kept yard in his neighborhood.
I miss driving him to his doctors appointments. But I know that he's in a better place. I often feel his presence and I miss him so much. It hurts so bad sometimes that I can hardly stand it. I feel like everyone that loves me left me and I am alone.
Ì love and miss my brother forever and always