Monday, December 10, 2018
I always thought of Uncle Howard as the quiet one, but he knew his mind and stuck to his convictions, To a little boy growing up, he was a giant. Christmas at Howard and Pat's house was always fun with all us grandkids. And family get-togethers were the best with that huge yard to run around in.
The summer I painted the house, I remember standing on the roof and taking in the beautiful sight of the hills rising up....almost vertically to the sky, and thinking "God's in His Heaven and all's right with the world."
All our Love to Aunt Pat and the family. And to all the Hulse Family. Heaven is now a richer place.
