| My
brother, Jerry Chestnut, died on April 18, 1994, about a long battle
with
AIDS. He died not knowing how deeply he was loved, or how
much he
would be missed. I, myself, had no concept of how deeply I
would
miss him.
Seven
years later, when something good happens to me, I still want to share
it
with him. When something bad happens, I still want to seek
his counsel.
Not a day goes by, that I don't think about him, and miss
him. I
am grateful to have had him in my life as long as I did.
I pray
that Jerry's soul is at peace, and that he knows that he is loved very
deeply, not just by me, but by Ron and Amber, as well.
May
God bless you, Jerry Chestnut. I love you more than you could
ever
imagine.
Colleen
27/09/01
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