"We must constantly be reminded of who we are in God and who God is in our lives, because that's what positions us to move with him again today as he demonstrates his power in and through us. Our most profound distinction as the people of God is that he is present and active among us. He is our true inheritance and our exceedingly great reward." Bill Johnson
A Christmas Letter from June - December 2010
During the year 2009 Bruce and I spent three weeks of every month in Birmingham caring for his stepmother, Louise, who celebrated her 102nd birthday that year. We would have stayed full time but Bruce had to return to Texas monthly for treatments for prostate cancer. We filled the twelve hours driving time each way by listening to books on tape. We used the same suitcases, etc. so loading and unloading the van was easy—everything had a place.
Then in February of 2010 Bruce's health began to decline. We knew when we left Birmingham at the end of February that we would not be able to return. Bruce was too weak to do much of anything. His appetite had disappeared. He was in constant pain and was not sleeping. I was driving when we pulled out of Louise's driveway headed to Texas. Bruce slept the first few hours of the trip. I prayed. God said to me, "There will be no turn around this time." And with that message an overwhelming peace settled over me.
The next few months were spent in an out of doctors offices, receiving radiation to ease the pain and in and out of the hospital getting blood transfusions. The cancer was now eating away at his bone marrow; his blood cells were no longer being replaced. The weakness overwhelmed him at times. We needed to move his recliner from the upstairs TV room to his office. In order to do that the office had to be cleaned out and rearranged.
Our children, grandchildren and others joined together to get the job done. They not only cleaned out the office, but cleaned out the attic, the garage and provided food. Loving hands were busy everywhere you looked. On Saturday April 10, our 57th Wedding Anniversary, the house was filled with lots of workers helping to make life easier for Bruce. Son David even purchased a big screen TV for Bruce's new nicely arranged sitting room. Daughter Linda decorated it. Son Michael organized the sorting and distribution of Bruce's "clutch piles." Daughter Elaine oversaw the sorting and reorganizing of files. Granddaughter Melody organized and helped provide food for the work crews.
In July, when the blood transfusions ceased to increase his energy levels, we decided it was time to call Hospice. When the time came for round-the-clock care all of the children came to help care for their dad. Elaine said, "One of the good things that happened during that time was a new bonding between the siblings." One day Mike looked at me and said, "Do you know you are pulling sixteen-hour days?" I smiled up at him and replied, "Do you know that before you came I was pulling twenty-four-hour days?
On August 9 at 2:30 in the afternoon Bruce took his last breath. His pain had been so unbearable that letting him go was easier than we imagined. On Friday, before he left us on Monday, he said to me, "I have to go now." I thanked him for caring for me all the years of our marriage and in turn he thanked me. Love is amazing. It is patient and kind, not jealous or boastful, not arrogant or rude, does not insist on its own way, is not irritable or resentful, does not rejoice in wrong, and rejoices in right. "Love bears all things, believes all things hopes all things, endures all things." During this time I discovered that love lets go, releases, does not cling.
Bruce chose to donate his body to Southwestern Medical Center. We celebrated his life on Friday August 13 and that evening when Louise went to bed, it was for the last time. She did not awaken. On Tuesday family members from Texas drove to Alabama for her funeral. Once during those days I overheard Elaine tell someone that we hadn't had time to mourn, life had been too busy. Busy was good.
Elaine stayed with me a week after Bruce's death and our return from Alabama. On the Sunday she went home, David called saying, "Do you know how many noises a house makes when you are in it alone?" I assured him that I already knew the noises this house made and I would be alright. The children have been sweet, helpful and available, but life without your mate is still lonely, an adjustment.
I want to personally thank each of you for your prayers, visits, cards, phone calls and for the donations you made to Serenity Church on Bruce's behalf. We were unexpectedly blessed when two former students and their mates whom we befriended while living in Wheaton, IL in the early 70s came to the memorial service. One couple flew in from New York, another drove up from Mississippi.
Little Hezekiah, age two, prayed for Papa Bruce, his great grandpa, every night at dinner for weeks, maybe months. The first time we gathered for family dinner on a Thursday night after our lives settled down a bit he looked at me and asked, "Where Papa Bruce?" He was too young to grasp the meaning of death, but old enough to hold a special place in his heart for his Papa Bruce.
For some of you this may be new information, for others it is a recall. For me, it has been therapeutic. It is my prayer that each of you will be blessed beyond measure as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. May the love you give and receive be an overwhelming blessing to all recipients and givers as you remember that "Love Came Down at Christmas."
Love in Christ Jesus,
June Andrews
Christmas 2010
__________________________________________________________
Married to Isla June Andrews for 57 years!
Bruce moved here to The Colony from New Jersey in 1996 after being diagnosed with prostate cancer with a five-year prognosis. Bruce donated his body for medical purposes. After death he was still helping others, and helping in a big way. Just like he did before. With a smile!
Bruce worked many years at Wal-Mart. He was loved by all. He was always dependable, hard working, and valued doing a great job. Making many customers happy - day by day!
In my 45 years here on Earth - I think Bruce was one of the most Intelligent, Special people that I have had the privilege to work with.
Below is a email that I sent to Mrs. Andrews 4 March 2011.
Hello Mrs. Andrews,
My name is Gary Pettit. I worked with Bruce at Wal-Mart about 11 years ago and Bruce helped me out with wiring in the house many times. Not sure if you remember me.
But I just got done talking with your daughter Linda, and one of the things she told me about was Little Emma Ledbetter. So I went and visited her resting place on thur the internet and seen that her birth date was incorrect, so I emailed the person that was that was maintaining the page, and below is where they corrected it. It is a very good site and I would love to put a nice tribute to Bruce on it and then transfer ownership to you or one of your kids that would have 100% control of it. I told Linda about where all my family is buried and I would love to have to visit their pages for examples of what we can do for Bruces page.
I found out the bad news about a month ago from a guy that worked at Wal-Mart too. I guess going to heaven isn't bad but leaving loved ones and friends here is not a happy event for the family or friends. I was wanting to come by and see if you needed anything but with losing my Mom and other loved one and working on the old family tree and hearing how hard life was for them has made me alittle weak and tearly eyed lately. Its good to cry but I don't like to show it. But PLEASE let me know if you need help with anything. I love to lift heavy things or I'm good at getting things.
Bruce helped my out MANY times and I owe him and you greatly. At Wal-mart he was extremely dependable and Wal-Marts best worker, and my most favoriate co-worker. He would always come in with a smile and his tool bag ready to work, and the customers loved him too. He would help so many out with battery issues. He was one of the most experienced and intelligent man I have ever got to know.
I know Bruce love his family life and family. He would talk about all the kids alot too. He was very proud of his family, and he let you know with a smile!! Bruce had alot of titles at Wal-Mart like: Greeter, Co-Worker, Trainer, Master of Electric, Carpenter - but the one I liked the best was Friend,
Please let me know how I can help. I would like to let you and your children know - that there is a song that really puts my thoughts of Bruce to life - it is a Toby Keith song - called Crying for me. It's the 7th song on the CD and I think it would hit the hearts of your family about Bruce too. I would love to hear your family comments about it..
Sincerely, & Best Regards, Gary Pettit
A Christmas Letter from June - December 2010
During the year 2009 Bruce and I spent three weeks of every month in Birmingham caring for his stepmother, Louise, who celebrated her 102nd birthday that year. We would have stayed full time but Bruce had to return to Texas monthly for treatments for prostate cancer. We filled the twelve hours driving time each way by listening to books on tape. We used the same suitcases, etc. so loading and unloading the van was easy—everything had a place.
Then in February of 2010 Bruce's health began to decline. We knew when we left Birmingham at the end of February that we would not be able to return. Bruce was too weak to do much of anything. His appetite had disappeared. He was in constant pain and was not sleeping. I was driving when we pulled out of Louise's driveway headed to Texas. Bruce slept the first few hours of the trip. I prayed. God said to me, "There will be no turn around this time." And with that message an overwhelming peace settled over me.
The next few months were spent in an out of doctors offices, receiving radiation to ease the pain and in and out of the hospital getting blood transfusions. The cancer was now eating away at his bone marrow; his blood cells were no longer being replaced. The weakness overwhelmed him at times. We needed to move his recliner from the upstairs TV room to his office. In order to do that the office had to be cleaned out and rearranged.
Our children, grandchildren and others joined together to get the job done. They not only cleaned out the office, but cleaned out the attic, the garage and provided food. Loving hands were busy everywhere you looked. On Saturday April 10, our 57th Wedding Anniversary, the house was filled with lots of workers helping to make life easier for Bruce. Son David even purchased a big screen TV for Bruce's new nicely arranged sitting room. Daughter Linda decorated it. Son Michael organized the sorting and distribution of Bruce's "clutch piles." Daughter Elaine oversaw the sorting and reorganizing of files. Granddaughter Melody organized and helped provide food for the work crews.
In July, when the blood transfusions ceased to increase his energy levels, we decided it was time to call Hospice. When the time came for round-the-clock care all of the children came to help care for their dad. Elaine said, "One of the good things that happened during that time was a new bonding between the siblings." One day Mike looked at me and said, "Do you know you are pulling sixteen-hour days?" I smiled up at him and replied, "Do you know that before you came I was pulling twenty-four-hour days?
On August 9 at 2:30 in the afternoon Bruce took his last breath. His pain had been so unbearable that letting him go was easier than we imagined. On Friday, before he left us on Monday, he said to me, "I have to go now." I thanked him for caring for me all the years of our marriage and in turn he thanked me. Love is amazing. It is patient and kind, not jealous or boastful, not arrogant or rude, does not insist on its own way, is not irritable or resentful, does not rejoice in wrong, and rejoices in right. "Love bears all things, believes all things hopes all things, endures all things." During this time I discovered that love lets go, releases, does not cling.
Bruce chose to donate his body to Southwestern Medical Center. We celebrated his life on Friday August 13 and that evening when Louise went to bed, it was for the last time. She did not awaken. On Tuesday family members from Texas drove to Alabama for her funeral. Once during those days I overheard Elaine tell someone that we hadn't had time to mourn, life had been too busy. Busy was good.
Elaine stayed with me a week after Bruce's death and our return from Alabama. On the Sunday she went home, David called saying, "Do you know how many noises a house makes when you are in it alone?" I assured him that I already knew the noises this house made and I would be alright. The children have been sweet, helpful and available, but life without your mate is still lonely, an adjustment.
I want to personally thank each of you for your prayers, visits, cards, phone calls and for the donations you made to Serenity Church on Bruce's behalf. We were unexpectedly blessed when two former students and their mates whom we befriended while living in Wheaton, IL in the early 70s came to the memorial service. One couple flew in from New York, another drove up from Mississippi.
Little Hezekiah, age two, prayed for Papa Bruce, his great grandpa, every night at dinner for weeks, maybe months. The first time we gathered for family dinner on a Thursday night after our lives settled down a bit he looked at me and asked, "Where Papa Bruce?" He was too young to grasp the meaning of death, but old enough to hold a special place in his heart for his Papa Bruce.
For some of you this may be new information, for others it is a recall. For me, it has been therapeutic. It is my prayer that each of you will be blessed beyond measure as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. May the love you give and receive be an overwhelming blessing to all recipients and givers as you remember that "Love Came Down at Christmas."
Love in Christ Jesus,
June Andrews
Christmas 2010
__________________________________________________________
Married to Isla June Andrews for 57 years!
Bruce moved here to The Colony from New Jersey in 1996 after being diagnosed with prostate cancer with a five-year prognosis. Bruce donated his body for medical purposes. After death he was still helping others, and helping in a big way. Just like he did before. With a smile!
Bruce worked many years at Wal-Mart. He was loved by all. He was always dependable, hard working, and valued doing a great job. Making many customers happy - day by day!
In my 45 years here on Earth - I think Bruce was one of the most Intelligent, Special people that I have had the privilege to work with.
Below is a email that I sent to Mrs. Andrews 4 March 2011.
Hello Mrs. Andrews,
My name is Gary Pettit. I worked with Bruce at Wal-Mart about 11 years ago and Bruce helped me out with wiring in the house many times. Not sure if you remember me.
But I just got done talking with your daughter Linda, and one of the things she told me about was Little Emma Ledbetter. So I went and visited her resting place on thur the internet and seen that her birth date was incorrect, so I emailed the person that was that was maintaining the page, and below is where they corrected it. It is a very good site and I would love to put a nice tribute to Bruce on it and then transfer ownership to you or one of your kids that would have 100% control of it. I told Linda about where all my family is buried and I would love to have to visit their pages for examples of what we can do for Bruces page.
I found out the bad news about a month ago from a guy that worked at Wal-Mart too. I guess going to heaven isn't bad but leaving loved ones and friends here is not a happy event for the family or friends. I was wanting to come by and see if you needed anything but with losing my Mom and other loved one and working on the old family tree and hearing how hard life was for them has made me alittle weak and tearly eyed lately. Its good to cry but I don't like to show it. But PLEASE let me know if you need help with anything. I love to lift heavy things or I'm good at getting things.
Bruce helped my out MANY times and I owe him and you greatly. At Wal-mart he was extremely dependable and Wal-Marts best worker, and my most favoriate co-worker. He would always come in with a smile and his tool bag ready to work, and the customers loved him too. He would help so many out with battery issues. He was one of the most experienced and intelligent man I have ever got to know.
I know Bruce love his family life and family. He would talk about all the kids alot too. He was very proud of his family, and he let you know with a smile!! Bruce had alot of titles at Wal-Mart like: Greeter, Co-Worker, Trainer, Master of Electric, Carpenter - but the one I liked the best was Friend,
Please let me know how I can help. I would like to let you and your children know - that there is a song that really puts my thoughts of Bruce to life - it is a Toby Keith song - called Crying for me. It's the 7th song on the CD and I think it would hit the hearts of your family about Bruce too. I would love to hear your family comments about it..
Sincerely, & Best Regards, Gary Pettit
"We must constantly be reminded of who we are in God and who God is in our lives, because that's what positions us to move with him again today as he demonstrates his power in and through us. Our most profound distinction as the people of God is that he is present and active among us. He is our true inheritance and our exceedingly great reward." Bill Johnson
A Christmas Letter from June - December 2010
During the year 2009 Bruce and I spent three weeks of every month in Birmingham caring for his stepmother, Louise, who celebrated her 102nd birthday that year. We would have stayed full time but Bruce had to return to Texas monthly for treatments for prostate cancer. We filled the twelve hours driving time each way by listening to books on tape. We used the same suitcases, etc. so loading and unloading the van was easy—everything had a place.
Then in February of 2010 Bruce's health began to decline. We knew when we left Birmingham at the end of February that we would not be able to return. Bruce was too weak to do much of anything. His appetite had disappeared. He was in constant pain and was not sleeping. I was driving when we pulled out of Louise's driveway headed to Texas. Bruce slept the first few hours of the trip. I prayed. God said to me, "There will be no turn around this time." And with that message an overwhelming peace settled over me.
The next few months were spent in an out of doctors offices, receiving radiation to ease the pain and in and out of the hospital getting blood transfusions. The cancer was now eating away at his bone marrow; his blood cells were no longer being replaced. The weakness overwhelmed him at times. We needed to move his recliner from the upstairs TV room to his office. In order to do that the office had to be cleaned out and rearranged.
Our children, grandchildren and others joined together to get the job done. They not only cleaned out the office, but cleaned out the attic, the garage and provided food. Loving hands were busy everywhere you looked. On Saturday April 10, our 57th Wedding Anniversary, the house was filled with lots of workers helping to make life easier for Bruce. Son David even purchased a big screen TV for Bruce's new nicely arranged sitting room. Daughter Linda decorated it. Son Michael organized the sorting and distribution of Bruce's "clutch piles." Daughter Elaine oversaw the sorting and reorganizing of files. Granddaughter Melody organized and helped provide food for the work crews.
In July, when the blood transfusions ceased to increase his energy levels, we decided it was time to call Hospice. When the time came for round-the-clock care all of the children came to help care for their dad. Elaine said, "One of the good things that happened during that time was a new bonding between the siblings." One day Mike looked at me and said, "Do you know you are pulling sixteen-hour days?" I smiled up at him and replied, "Do you know that before you came I was pulling twenty-four-hour days?
On August 9 at 2:30 in the afternoon Bruce took his last breath. His pain had been so unbearable that letting him go was easier than we imagined. On Friday, before he left us on Monday, he said to me, "I have to go now." I thanked him for caring for me all the years of our marriage and in turn he thanked me. Love is amazing. It is patient and kind, not jealous or boastful, not arrogant or rude, does not insist on its own way, is not irritable or resentful, does not rejoice in wrong, and rejoices in right. "Love bears all things, believes all things hopes all things, endures all things." During this time I discovered that love lets go, releases, does not cling.
Bruce chose to donate his body to Southwestern Medical Center. We celebrated his life on Friday August 13 and that evening when Louise went to bed, it was for the last time. She did not awaken. On Tuesday family members from Texas drove to Alabama for her funeral. Once during those days I overheard Elaine tell someone that we hadn't had time to mourn, life had been too busy. Busy was good.
Elaine stayed with me a week after Bruce's death and our return from Alabama. On the Sunday she went home, David called saying, "Do you know how many noises a house makes when you are in it alone?" I assured him that I already knew the noises this house made and I would be alright. The children have been sweet, helpful and available, but life without your mate is still lonely, an adjustment.
I want to personally thank each of you for your prayers, visits, cards, phone calls and for the donations you made to Serenity Church on Bruce's behalf. We were unexpectedly blessed when two former students and their mates whom we befriended while living in Wheaton, IL in the early 70s came to the memorial service. One couple flew in from New York, another drove up from Mississippi.
Little Hezekiah, age two, prayed for Papa Bruce, his great grandpa, every night at dinner for weeks, maybe months. The first time we gathered for family dinner on a Thursday night after our lives settled down a bit he looked at me and asked, "Where Papa Bruce?" He was too young to grasp the meaning of death, but old enough to hold a special place in his heart for his Papa Bruce.
For some of you this may be new information, for others it is a recall. For me, it has been therapeutic. It is my prayer that each of you will be blessed beyond measure as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. May the love you give and receive be an overwhelming blessing to all recipients and givers as you remember that "Love Came Down at Christmas."
Love in Christ Jesus,
June Andrews
Christmas 2010
__________________________________________________________
Married to Isla June Andrews for 57 years!
Bruce moved here to The Colony from New Jersey in 1996 after being diagnosed with prostate cancer with a five-year prognosis. Bruce donated his body for medical purposes. After death he was still helping others, and helping in a big way. Just like he did before. With a smile!
Bruce worked many years at Wal-Mart. He was loved by all. He was always dependable, hard working, and valued doing a great job. Making many customers happy - day by day!
In my 45 years here on Earth - I think Bruce was one of the most Intelligent, Special people that I have had the privilege to work with.
Below is a email that I sent to Mrs. Andrews 4 March 2011.
Hello Mrs. Andrews,
My name is Gary Pettit. I worked with Bruce at Wal-Mart about 11 years ago and Bruce helped me out with wiring in the house many times. Not sure if you remember me.
But I just got done talking with your daughter Linda, and one of the things she told me about was Little Emma Ledbetter. So I went and visited her resting place on thur the internet and seen that her birth date was incorrect, so I emailed the person that was that was maintaining the page, and below is where they corrected it. It is a very good site and I would love to put a nice tribute to Bruce on it and then transfer ownership to you or one of your kids that would have 100% control of it. I told Linda about where all my family is buried and I would love to have to visit their pages for examples of what we can do for Bruces page.
I found out the bad news about a month ago from a guy that worked at Wal-Mart too. I guess going to heaven isn't bad but leaving loved ones and friends here is not a happy event for the family or friends. I was wanting to come by and see if you needed anything but with losing my Mom and other loved one and working on the old family tree and hearing how hard life was for them has made me alittle weak and tearly eyed lately. Its good to cry but I don't like to show it. But PLEASE let me know if you need help with anything. I love to lift heavy things or I'm good at getting things.
Bruce helped my out MANY times and I owe him and you greatly. At Wal-mart he was extremely dependable and Wal-Marts best worker, and my most favoriate co-worker. He would always come in with a smile and his tool bag ready to work, and the customers loved him too. He would help so many out with battery issues. He was one of the most experienced and intelligent man I have ever got to know.
I know Bruce love his family life and family. He would talk about all the kids alot too. He was very proud of his family, and he let you know with a smile!! Bruce had alot of titles at Wal-Mart like: Greeter, Co-Worker, Trainer, Master of Electric, Carpenter - but the one I liked the best was Friend,
Please let me know how I can help. I would like to let you and your children know - that there is a song that really puts my thoughts of Bruce to life - it is a Toby Keith song - called Crying for me. It's the 7th song on the CD and I think it would hit the hearts of your family about Bruce too. I would love to hear your family comments about it..
Sincerely, & Best Regards, Gary Pettit
A Christmas Letter from June - December 2010
During the year 2009 Bruce and I spent three weeks of every month in Birmingham caring for his stepmother, Louise, who celebrated her 102nd birthday that year. We would have stayed full time but Bruce had to return to Texas monthly for treatments for prostate cancer. We filled the twelve hours driving time each way by listening to books on tape. We used the same suitcases, etc. so loading and unloading the van was easy—everything had a place.
Then in February of 2010 Bruce's health began to decline. We knew when we left Birmingham at the end of February that we would not be able to return. Bruce was too weak to do much of anything. His appetite had disappeared. He was in constant pain and was not sleeping. I was driving when we pulled out of Louise's driveway headed to Texas. Bruce slept the first few hours of the trip. I prayed. God said to me, "There will be no turn around this time." And with that message an overwhelming peace settled over me.
The next few months were spent in an out of doctors offices, receiving radiation to ease the pain and in and out of the hospital getting blood transfusions. The cancer was now eating away at his bone marrow; his blood cells were no longer being replaced. The weakness overwhelmed him at times. We needed to move his recliner from the upstairs TV room to his office. In order to do that the office had to be cleaned out and rearranged.
Our children, grandchildren and others joined together to get the job done. They not only cleaned out the office, but cleaned out the attic, the garage and provided food. Loving hands were busy everywhere you looked. On Saturday April 10, our 57th Wedding Anniversary, the house was filled with lots of workers helping to make life easier for Bruce. Son David even purchased a big screen TV for Bruce's new nicely arranged sitting room. Daughter Linda decorated it. Son Michael organized the sorting and distribution of Bruce's "clutch piles." Daughter Elaine oversaw the sorting and reorganizing of files. Granddaughter Melody organized and helped provide food for the work crews.
In July, when the blood transfusions ceased to increase his energy levels, we decided it was time to call Hospice. When the time came for round-the-clock care all of the children came to help care for their dad. Elaine said, "One of the good things that happened during that time was a new bonding between the siblings." One day Mike looked at me and said, "Do you know you are pulling sixteen-hour days?" I smiled up at him and replied, "Do you know that before you came I was pulling twenty-four-hour days?
On August 9 at 2:30 in the afternoon Bruce took his last breath. His pain had been so unbearable that letting him go was easier than we imagined. On Friday, before he left us on Monday, he said to me, "I have to go now." I thanked him for caring for me all the years of our marriage and in turn he thanked me. Love is amazing. It is patient and kind, not jealous or boastful, not arrogant or rude, does not insist on its own way, is not irritable or resentful, does not rejoice in wrong, and rejoices in right. "Love bears all things, believes all things hopes all things, endures all things." During this time I discovered that love lets go, releases, does not cling.
Bruce chose to donate his body to Southwestern Medical Center. We celebrated his life on Friday August 13 and that evening when Louise went to bed, it was for the last time. She did not awaken. On Tuesday family members from Texas drove to Alabama for her funeral. Once during those days I overheard Elaine tell someone that we hadn't had time to mourn, life had been too busy. Busy was good.
Elaine stayed with me a week after Bruce's death and our return from Alabama. On the Sunday she went home, David called saying, "Do you know how many noises a house makes when you are in it alone?" I assured him that I already knew the noises this house made and I would be alright. The children have been sweet, helpful and available, but life without your mate is still lonely, an adjustment.
I want to personally thank each of you for your prayers, visits, cards, phone calls and for the donations you made to Serenity Church on Bruce's behalf. We were unexpectedly blessed when two former students and their mates whom we befriended while living in Wheaton, IL in the early 70s came to the memorial service. One couple flew in from New York, another drove up from Mississippi.
Little Hezekiah, age two, prayed for Papa Bruce, his great grandpa, every night at dinner for weeks, maybe months. The first time we gathered for family dinner on a Thursday night after our lives settled down a bit he looked at me and asked, "Where Papa Bruce?" He was too young to grasp the meaning of death, but old enough to hold a special place in his heart for his Papa Bruce.
For some of you this may be new information, for others it is a recall. For me, it has been therapeutic. It is my prayer that each of you will be blessed beyond measure as you celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. May the love you give and receive be an overwhelming blessing to all recipients and givers as you remember that "Love Came Down at Christmas."
Love in Christ Jesus,
June Andrews
Christmas 2010
__________________________________________________________
Married to Isla June Andrews for 57 years!
Bruce moved here to The Colony from New Jersey in 1996 after being diagnosed with prostate cancer with a five-year prognosis. Bruce donated his body for medical purposes. After death he was still helping others, and helping in a big way. Just like he did before. With a smile!
Bruce worked many years at Wal-Mart. He was loved by all. He was always dependable, hard working, and valued doing a great job. Making many customers happy - day by day!
In my 45 years here on Earth - I think Bruce was one of the most Intelligent, Special people that I have had the privilege to work with.
Below is a email that I sent to Mrs. Andrews 4 March 2011.
Hello Mrs. Andrews,
My name is Gary Pettit. I worked with Bruce at Wal-Mart about 11 years ago and Bruce helped me out with wiring in the house many times. Not sure if you remember me.
But I just got done talking with your daughter Linda, and one of the things she told me about was Little Emma Ledbetter. So I went and visited her resting place on thur the internet and seen that her birth date was incorrect, so I emailed the person that was that was maintaining the page, and below is where they corrected it. It is a very good site and I would love to put a nice tribute to Bruce on it and then transfer ownership to you or one of your kids that would have 100% control of it. I told Linda about where all my family is buried and I would love to have to visit their pages for examples of what we can do for Bruces page.
I found out the bad news about a month ago from a guy that worked at Wal-Mart too. I guess going to heaven isn't bad but leaving loved ones and friends here is not a happy event for the family or friends. I was wanting to come by and see if you needed anything but with losing my Mom and other loved one and working on the old family tree and hearing how hard life was for them has made me alittle weak and tearly eyed lately. Its good to cry but I don't like to show it. But PLEASE let me know if you need help with anything. I love to lift heavy things or I'm good at getting things.
Bruce helped my out MANY times and I owe him and you greatly. At Wal-mart he was extremely dependable and Wal-Marts best worker, and my most favoriate co-worker. He would always come in with a smile and his tool bag ready to work, and the customers loved him too. He would help so many out with battery issues. He was one of the most experienced and intelligent man I have ever got to know.
I know Bruce love his family life and family. He would talk about all the kids alot too. He was very proud of his family, and he let you know with a smile!! Bruce had alot of titles at Wal-Mart like: Greeter, Co-Worker, Trainer, Master of Electric, Carpenter - but the one I liked the best was Friend,
Please let me know how I can help. I would like to let you and your children know - that there is a song that really puts my thoughts of Bruce to life - it is a Toby Keith song - called Crying for me. It's the 7th song on the CD and I think it would hit the hearts of your family about Bruce too. I would love to hear your family comments about it..
Sincerely, & Best Regards, Gary Pettit
