Root beer barrel candy always near—found in your pockets after a day in your strawberry patch
Kids picking strawberries with you—letting us ride on the red tractor or drive it if we were old enough—the boys really liked that. Later finding that the neighbors witnessed the birds gathering around as you fed them the worms you found—throwing them up for the robins to catch. How generous was your spirit,

You were an inventor with heart—you kept trying to make that all-weather door for a dog house so that your dog would stay warm—later you would tell your company at the nursing home that when you got to heaven you would build them a little door to get them into heaven. You thought of us even then when you confused our names.

So when the snow came in October—laying a blanket above your grave I knew you still
Looked to earth to keep your loved ones warm—to remind us that you were only a little ways away—that someday we would come through the gates and St. Peter would smile at you and say—Oh, here they are now Hugh—I knew they’d be along.

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