Lenora
Gene was my dear brother. I was thinking today about a fond memory I have of him. Our family moved around a lot when we were children. When we lived in Florida, Gene would ride my brother Roger and me to school on his bicycle. One day, I got my foot caught in the spokes and we wrecked. As we were standing on the sidewalk wondering what to do, the police arrived and scolded Gene for having both of us on his bicycle. The policeman drove Roger and me to school and when we pulled up; all the children were in awe and asking us if our father was a policeman. That memory still makes me smile. Rest in peace, sweet brother. ♥️
Lenora