A few weeks ago, we were there for my sweet Aunt Randi’s funeral. My heart was grieving that loss, but my dad took the opportunity to share a piece of his childhood with us.
We walked to the house he grew up in. I can just imagine little Brent Allen running around playing with his brothers and having all sorts of adventures. Like with dynamite. Yep, he has stories of playing with dynamite and shooting their guns. There were also tame stories of throwing balls over the house from the front to the back yard. Cute boy!
What a sweet little house to raise four boys.
We walked to the house he grew up in. I can just imagine little Brent Allen running around playing with his brothers and having all sorts of adventures. Like with dynamite. Yep, he has stories of playing with dynamite and shooting their guns. There were also tame stories of throwing balls over the house from the front to the back yard. Cute boy!
What a sweet little house to raise four boys.
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