Pcastanaras
I am reminded of the day of our father's passing. When it was evident that there wasn't much time, our dad asked my husband Rich to go home and pick up Les. Although Dad was no longer communicating with us he squeezed Les's hand when he got there and we all knew that Dad was aware Les was there. Les started singing! For the time we had left we sang to our Dad. Hymns, camp songs, everything that the family had always sung together. That was Les! Our wonderful brother!
Diane and Richard Boettner