I remember when Brian was little and I was changing his Pamper. He waited patiently for me to finish and probably saw how proud I was of myself for having accomplished this rare (for me) task. He stood up and said "Aunt Cindy, you have my diaper on backwards!"

Imagine how I laughed when the baby had to tell me how to change his diaper!!

Another time, when Brian was about 8 yrs old, he came with my parents to take me to the airport for my return trip to Texas where I lived at the time. He was so excited looking to see all the airplanes.

When it got close to time for me to board, Brian decided he just HAD to go with me because he had never been on an airplane. It did not matter how many times I explained that when I got off the plane I would be a thousand miles away. He just had to come with me on that plane.

There were tears and explanations of just why he needed to go on the plane. Well, of course, we could not let him go. I boarded and was a little upset that he was crying. Mama and Daddy took him through the airport on the way out and saw a place offering hotdogs. That was all it took to make him happy again. A hotdog. He was fine.

But... I did take pictures from the plane so he could see what it looked like up in the clouds. 

There are many more wonderful memories.  Anyone who knew Brian for even a short time has something to tell. This is the place to share.

In loving memory,

Aunt Cindy