Kay Heitsch
Today is a sad day. We learned our foster son Brock died yesterday.
Brock came to live with us when he was 6 years old. He was one year older than our son Brandon. Brock was quite a handful, but thinking about some of the things he said and did still bring a smile to my face.
Brock always referred to his underwear as "Floot of the Balloons." Just thinking about him saying this makes me smile. Brock never ate only one kind of cereal. He always mixed two or three types together. If you've never tried it, it's not half bad.
Brock wrote us a letter a few years ago. He thanked us for sharing our life with him. His kind words and thoughtfulness to write this letter will always be remembered.
Life was short for Brock. We never know what tomorrow may bring. Make the most of every day.
