My Brother Perry

I made it through Vietnam. I was the oldest of six children. I thought that I would

be the first to die. I called Perry the night my son-in-law Robbie was airlifted to Grady Hospital. Perry was stronger than me and I was relieved when he walked in that night at Grady. We prayed together, we shared our good times in our life and we shared our problems with one another. Perry was a hand’s on fix it person. Perry drove an 18 wheeler for a few years. Perry also repaired 18 wheeler’s. Perry loved his 68 Mustang. Perry loved Larry Bird of the Celtics. Perry loved his wife Sharon, Shay, Adam and Kendra. Perry loved our Mother, his brothers and his sisters. Perry loved all his family. Perry loved his friends. Perry loved helping people. Perry loved his church. Perry loved Rick his Sunday School Teacher. Perry loved Jesus. Perry, Rick & Martha were friends who shared their love for Jesus. Congressman Gingrey  said it best in Washington DC a couple of  weeks ago “these three didn’t just sit in their seat at church they took action and died helping others”.

46 years ago today. March 20, 1961 my Mother gave birth to my brother Perry in the same house and the same exact room that I was born in April 29, 1950. My sister Barb was also born in that same spot. God I know that my spirit cannot speak or connect to Perry but I can speak through the Holy Spirit “Tell Perry that I miss him and that I will see him again”.

Perry’s Brother,

Danny