JR, Stephen, and Dan were not like my Brithers, they were my Brithers. Our families had many joyous family get to gathers, but our special one was at Christmas. We enjoyed the togetherness, jokes, eating, and opening presents. We always remembered Jesus's Bithhday by holding hands and thanking him for something he had done for us that year. I could go on and on but there is one memory I must share. My husband had an old pick up truck named Rose Bud. The three Simpson boys would get on theback and he would take them flying through Hardwvk. No seat belts or safety devices. God looked after them. One day they got stuck in the mud and returned looking deplorable. What good fun they had. JR was a good man. He served in the military for our freedom so we would not have to be exposed to cruel acts of some countries. He was only good to his friends and family, he assisted in helping a family relocate to the U.S. From another country so they could live a better quality of life. I could could go on and on about his great qualities but the tears rolling down my cheeks tell me Johnny says that's enough. RIP I love u Mel