Whiteley Creek Homestead

My brother Rick was born on September 29, 1958. It is his birthday today.

 
 
Sadly, after exhausting every resource and valiantly enduring much suffering attempting to overcome his cancer, he passed away on August 24, 2011 at the age of 52 years 10 months and 26 days. Here he stands next to his farmall tractor on his beloved farm near Isanti, Minnesota where he called home. 

His wife, Julie, wrote the most touching, comforting poem that was included in the funeral program.

When my journey is done
and my time here is at end
I hope you recall the good that I've done
and remember me as your friend

The sickness I bore
It ravaged me
The pain is no more
I have been set free

Just remember my love
that I am watching over you
Looking down from above
So do not be blue

The pain is all gone
My body is strong
I know people here
and I am getting along

Can't wait till I see you again
It will be soon
But only God
knows when

Until I reach out that day
To take your hand
Continue to live out
God's perfect plan

Rick, my brother David (who died  in 1990 at age 45 from lung cancer contracted from handling Agent Orange during the Vietnam War), and I share a special bond. Our birthdays are one day after the other… Rick Sept. 29, me Sept. 30, and David Oct.1. Happy birthday, Rick! Happy birthday, David! I'll bake a cake and light candles for us.