Saturday, January 24, 2009
Vanessa, do you remember that night in New Mexico when it was so cold and I had you pushed up against the wall of the pup tent and you said. "Jerry Lynn, do you hear that". Outside there was a crunching of bones and I whispered back, "Yeah, what is it". " I don't know" you said "but whatever it is is going to get me first 'cause you've got me pushed right up against the tent". And we laughed so hard that if it had been a bear it would have eaten us both. You made me laugh harder than any time I've ever laughed anywhere else. No matter what happened it was usually funny. You were one of my bestest friends and I sure will miss you. I love you. Fiona
