Thursday, March 10, 2011

Everyday Is A Great Day For My Little Brother


Someone said that it is wrong to say 
"have a great day" all of the time.

 It's cheery so I still say it. 

But the fact of the matter is 
that everyone's days are not all great. 

In fact a lot of days are a bunch of 
hard work and can be just plain 
miserable.

I had a little brother 
that was born on March 8th. 

His name was Ken. 

I called him Kenny. 

He would have been 62 years old this March 8th 
but his bad days got the best of him 
and he left us on May 21, 2007.

He loved doing good things for other people. 

He loved all things Native American. 

He loved dogs and he loved to hunt and fish. 

He loved nature and the big outdoors, especially in the pines.  

When we were growing up we did not fight 
or squabble at all....Really. 
He was a very sweet little brother. 

He was very cute and was my parent's favorite child. 

(I'm pretty sure about that)

He was very handsome by the time he got to high school and beyond.



He loved the Lord and he wanted to do better. 

So now everyday is a 

"great day"

  for my little brother. 

Every Day.

Love,
Granny T.