I'm still having a hard time with the loss of my brother Bull. He, Trey, Jessie and I shared the same father. All four of us have stayed in contact over the years, but it was tough. Bull was only 23, way to young to die. I see Bull in Dakota and hope he grows up to gain as much as Bull did.
Sitting in Shreveport, LA catching up with everyone. The funeral/memorial service was beautiful. Having my whole Buteau family down here for this was so so comforting. This was on the back of Bull's memorial handed out at the church....
"In one sense there is no death. The life of a soul on earth lasts beyond departure. You will always feel that life touching yours, that voice speaking to you, that spirit looking out of other eyes, talking to you in the familiar things he touched, worked with, loved as familiar friends. He lives on in your life and in the lives of all others that knew him."
