Dear Jack, it's Lou. I am trying very hard to write a brave and optimistic farewell, but that is not working for me right now. I know that I was not able to be the best of all possible sisters, but that did not mean that you were not the best of all possible brothers for me, because I was third and got to learn from you and my sister. I idolized both of you, and tried to be the best Little Huff on every subject and team that you two did, but I was not as good athletically as you two were. I knew that you all were on my side, and like our parents you did what you saw as your duty to your family. You and our sister Ruth Ann set many of the standards for me in our school days, as well as in the following years. I miss you now and always will. Tell God and his buddies some of those old corny jokes you loved to tell. Because of Grandma Huff and other family lessons and humble beliefs, one of these days I can sit next to you in that other family and say "Hi, Jack, it's Lou Ellen." I wish I had said these things to you at your birthday lunch in March, but I think that you knew that I loved you all along.
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