Friday, September 11, 2015


September 11  was a tragic day in our nation's history. It was also the day, five years later in 2006, when my half-brother, Travis was buried.

 He was killed in a car accident; he was 18. I hadn't seen him for years prior to this, but when he was little, I used to call him " Punkin' Head". He was so tiny when he was a baby, and I remember him doing "Rick Rude" in his diaper!

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