Susan Waddell
One of my fondest memories of my brother Richard happened when I was about eight years old. Every year at Christmas, we would have those Christmas lights with the big bulbs along the eve of the house. That year, Richard hadn’t had time to put them up. I remember so well the night he put them up because it was my birthday, a week before Christmas. It was dark and cold and snowing, and I pleaded with him to put them up. And so even though he had just gotten home from a long day of work, he got out the ladder and put them up. I stood there in the snow, watching him, and my heart was full of gratefulness. It meant so very much to me.
I love you brother and I will miss you very much.
Sister Susan ❤️