Bubba,
I always hope to grow brighter, funnier just like you.
I hope to learn to be even more well rounded, but right
now I feel I cannot be any better than I am now. But
for
YOU I will try. I so miss the days of wrestling with me.
Remember throwing me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes and pinning me on the ground counting, ONE, TWO, and THREE! I love and miss you so much Uncle Bubba.
I know you see my beautiful son Thomas from Heaven, but
I wish you could throw him over your shoulder and count ONE, TWO, and THREE! One day we will wrestle for Jesus!
Peace Out, Shane & Thomas
