Tuesday, November 1, 2022
It’s hard to think of just one memory of growing up with Sawyer, I really can’t think of a memory of my brothers without Sawyer in it… attached at the hip is an understatement, and boy did he go along with anything Troy said. They were always building, riding, running, or fishing somewhere, like an effortless brotherhood. As an adult, Sawyer and I had frequent unintentional Red Apple dates because its where we would always run into eachother, both of us usually picking up a chicken wing pizza and laughing about how things never change, and how many slices we’ve seen Bubba put away before. His grunts and laughter were my favorite , and I’ll miss hearing it. I love you Sawyer John- and everything about you
