I wonder what he’d be like at 65. Perhaps ready to retire after years of working hard. Collecting Social Security. Riding his Harley. Fishing. Likely more white than grey headed, and still holding things of the heart close to heart. But forever young at heart, with the same kind spirit and happy, playful smile he always had, like he knew the joke better than anyone.
Today, another remembrance and celebration of my brother, Walt Cooney born September 4, 1954.
This year different than last, as this year I picture our beloved Mother celebrating with him - both overjoyed at being together again . With grandparents , aunts and uncles and long time friends.
In Heaven there’s a party going on .
(Happy Birthday, Brother ! Give Mom a kiss from me, I miss you both more than words can say)
Today, another remembrance and celebration of my brother, Walt Cooney born September 4, 1954.
This year different than last, as this year I picture our beloved Mother celebrating with him - both overjoyed at being together again . With grandparents , aunts and uncles and long time friends.
In Heaven there’s a party going on .
(Happy Birthday, Brother ! Give Mom a kiss from me, I miss you both more than words can say)
