My brother Larry was with me when my youngest son Paul was born in 1972. He took one look at him and said "he looks just like a little squirrel" for the next 18 years he never called Paul anything but "Squirrel". It was the only name he ever called him. I don't ever remember him calling him Paul. My brother died in September of 1995 and recently this past September when I was visiting my son, he surprised me with this poem he had written for me about his Uncle Larry. It so much to me and I treasure it. I wanted to share it with you and hopefully you will see the love between them in these words my son Paul (Squirrel) wrote to honor his beloved Uncle.
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Me, I've been doing fine. I've been meaning to keep in touch, Guess I just now got the time. I've got a wife and kid now And you know about the working blues It gets so hard to find a minute But I owe this one to you. Dear Uncle, how have you been? Your sisters are doing fine. I know they still keep in touch. Guess all they have id time. All of their kids are grown now, And all of yours are too. It gets so hard to find a minute But they are always thinking of you. Dear Uncle how have you been? Your brother is doing fine I know he till keeps in touch, Guess he's got the time. He has seen alot of the world; And helped alot of people too. It gets so hard to find a minute, But he's always got one for you. Dear Uncle, how have you been? Are your mother and father doing fine? Everyone misses you guys so much We think of you all the time, Put your arms around your brothers; Give them a hug for me too. It gets hard to find a minute But we will all be together soon. Dear Uncle, how have you been Is everything going fine? Has Paradise given you much, Everything you hoped you would find? I've got some friends your way; There is a favor I would ask of you It gets so hard to find a minute, But could you give them some love too? Dear Uncle, I must be going, the hour has gotten late. But you will be in my dreams Till I meet you at the gate. So tell God I said Hello and thank him for this world Until we meet again Uncle, I love you; your little squirrel. Written by Paul B. Frushaİ September 2003 For his Uncle Larry  |