In Memoriam

In Loving Memor y of Lowel A. (Butch) Hunt My Brother

Meetings with angels are said to be rare;
Angels who touch our hearts show that
they care.
Yet we have known this angel for quite
some time;
This angel he had no feathers and no halo,
Yet shone brilliance wherever he'd go.
Truly his thoughtfulness was equally wise;
Ever helping us out from sunset to sunrise.
Angelic meetings, often said to be few;
This one was destined and meant to be true.
He was a blessing to us, time and time again;
Looking out, caring, come sunshine or rain.
This meeting was not that unusual or rare.
An angel of encouragement, very special to us;
Moreso when through tears we couldn't see.
This angel is known by only one sole name -
This angel is my brother. Yes! There is no
other.
I've seen my brother crying, I've seen his
heart in two;
I've seen when he is hurting and when he
was down and blue.
Sometimes he needed someone to give his
heart a gentle tug;
I wish he was still here for his sisters to hug.
We love and miss you, Butch.
Marcia, Pam and Leta