There was only one bouquet that had yellow roses at the funeral and the prayer was that if we saw them at the funeral, we would know and believe that his journey to our Heavenly Father was going to happen! My brother, Duane, was such a HUGE part of my growing up. We did everything together…from work to trouble to work (we always felt like the rest of the kids didn’t have to do as much as we did 😬- we even made up a song about it, lol.) Anyway, he will never be forgotten.

Duane actually worked for Myron on the harvest one year (this was just prior to Myron and I dating/marrying). I remember him calling home telling Mom he was hungry, lol. 😋 I think that happens yet today on a lot of crews.

This field, that I took these pictures at, is just north of where we grew up. It belonged to my maternal grandparents and was purchased by Myron’s grandfather.

Today we own it and I am proud that I can say I know where it came from.

❤️So, anyway, long story short, there I was thinking about family and decided to take a picture of a memento I still have today to create a memory for my grandkids to remember.

Love your family – they are only yours for a little while – until you see them again.

I love you, Duane. I think of you often and miss us—

I will always remember ❤️
Until we see each other again, watch over all of us🙏🏻
Families are Forever!