Remembering Ernie

I called my brother uglo, I am not sure exactly how that came about, but he called me marlamar and makala... I can still see him running out to the car whenever we drove up, always looking for 'his baby'. Mom and Ernie were always excited to see Noah. I used to always wonder who was watching who! I have so much to share about Ernie, I worry so much about him being forgotten. I wish so much I could hear him ask me how my day was again. He had a good heart and loved people, he loved being around family and I know he would not want to see us crying, but the tears keep coming...and all he would ask, all the time, was to be sure and take care of his momma.