Sunday, May 25, 2025
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As Ernie's youngest sister, there are too many memories to share. Lots of good times with my brother and proud of his accomplishments. One memory..my brother and I always had a special connection. I remember as a little girl having to take Ernie back to the Navy. We were dropping him off at the train station, we waited for the train, it came, we said our goodbyes, he boarded the train, just as the doors were closing, I ran to him and cried, don't leave. The conductor allowed me to ride the train one stop with him and my big brother, with a lump in his throat, I'm sure, explained to his baby sister why he had to go. Ernie and I talked about this many times, when he fell ill, i selfishly asked him to please not close the train doors. As his body continued to fail him, the last time I saw him in hospice, I told him I understood that he needed to close those doors. Yes I would miss him, but I understood. He's on a new journey now, enjoying being with Patricia and all of those who have gone on before us. My brother was a smart, good kind man.... extremely stubborn. I will miss him forever.
