Friday, September 18, 2020
I am not sure how I can miss someone so much that I have only seen once in maybe 30 years, but I do. Some of the best years of my life were spent sitting around on Mr. and Mrs. B's living room couches, at the dining table, riding in the MG or the station wagon. I am so grateful for my brief visit with him in 2017 at the Robinette home, just to enjoy his presence and to soak in the good memories. Mr. Broussard, somehow you are are a part of me and forever will be. I do pray, for your sake, that they have golf and boudin in heaven. Peace.
