When I was real small I remember my big brother Roy. I 
thought he was so handsome and that he knew everything. 
I had a picture of him leaning up against a car and I would 
take it to school with me and brag on my big good looking 
brother and tell about all the things he knew and did.

I remember the few times he and his family would come 
and get us in Arkansas. They would take us to St. Louis to 
visit. It was so much fun for me. I would also get to visit 
with my aunt and family. After Mom died when I was ten, 
I didn't get to see him as much. After I was grown and 
married we visited more. Roy always called me Normashene. 
When he called me that I always felt special.

I remember one time, he was in a quartet and of course he 
sang very well. He wrote a book, he was a truck driver once 
he owned his own plane, and he was Secretary of the 
Teamsters Union. His last job was a C.P.A. Like I said he 
knew everything.

A few years ago when the Lord took him. It was hard to 
say goodbye for the last time here on earth. But I wonder 
if he could be with Momma and they're setting around up
in Heaven talking about old times, just waiting on all the 
rest of us to make it home.

In this little story about Roy I just wanted to say that I 
loved him and I admired him very much.