Thank you, Bill, for being my brother. You met my sister when I was 11 and I thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. You were cool and shot hoops with me in the yard. I remember the 1st time I saw you. Me and Mom had driven to Connors to Juneâ??s dorm to take her a â??careâ? package of food, etc. We stood at her upstairs window waiting for you to walk by on the oval so she could point you out to us. You were tall dark and good-looking. To me you were an adult â??at the time you were 18, but to an 11 year old that is ancient. You were handsome, smart, and always kind, even to the bratty kid I was at the time. Though the next 62 years, you were always the first to answer any call for help. You were in every sense of the word â?? a gentleman. You were also a gentle man, caring for those around you. You cherished my sister June from the first day you met her, until the very end –which for us, the ones left to mourn you, came as a shock and too soon. You were always so strong and vital we never imagined a world without you in it. I know you are still watching over your â??Juneyâ?. I will be eternally grateful for having been chosen to be your sister. Iâ??m sure the Angels are singing your praises while we who are left behind in a world grown colder, weep because you are no longer here. I will miss calling and hearing your voice answer– â??Genni Sue, how are you?â? I love you, Billy Gene Carr, You have been the best brother a girl could ever hope for. Genni