We have been friends practically our entire lives since growing up in San Jacinto just three streets apart. Elementary school days at San Jacinto and many good years at West Amarillo Christian Church where our parents and siblings were friends. I fondly recall church camps, trips to OKC and such and VBS every summer. Occasionally we would skip church after Sunday School and go exploring the many buildings. Then there was Sam Houston and THS days. I recall playing in Sam Houston park and visiting your dear sweet Grandmother at her house on Western Street. We even sold a few things door-to-door as fundraisers. I recall the red and white plastic needle threading device. My mother often reminded me how board games between you and I would often end in arguments and throwing pieces about. I suppose that we both were not good losers. But we remained friends throughout.,
We we went our own ways but would periodically see one another visiting our Amarillo homes, parents and WACC. I distinctly recall seeing you for the first time in your Army uniform. You looked so sharp and so proud. You were a great friend, a faithful servant to our Lord and Savior, a good husband, soldier and Army Physician. No doubt you brought great pride to your family. Heh - you were even a decent baseball player. Better than me! You were the first of several good friends that I lost at too young of an age. It has shaped my life ever since. I cherish my family more and try to live my life more fully. As if it may be the last day of my life. Thanks for your friendship. RIP my good friend.
Brian Cazzell
Jim,
We have been friends practically our entire lives since growing up in San Jacinto just three streets apart. Elementary school days at San Jacinto and many good years at West Amarillo Christian Church where our parents and siblings were friends. I fondly recall church camps, trips to OKC and such and VBS every summer. Occasionally we would skip church after Sunday School and go exploring the many buildings. Then there was Sam Houston and THS days. I recall playing in Sam Houston park and visiting your dear sweet Grandmother at her house on Western Street. We even sold a few things door-to-door as fundraisers. I recall the red and white plastic needle threading device. My mother often reminded me how board games between you and I would often end in arguments and throwing pieces about. I suppose that we both were not good losers. But we remained friends throughout.,
We we went our own ways but would periodically see one another visiting our Amarillo homes, parents and WACC. I distinctly recall seeing you for the first time in your Army uniform. You looked so sharp and so proud. You were a great friend, a faithful servant to our Lord and Savior, a good husband, soldier and Army Physician. No doubt you brought great pride to your family. Heh - you were even a decent baseball player. Better than me! You were the first of several good friends that I lost at too young of an age. It has shaped my life ever since. I cherish my family more and try to live my life more fully. As if it may be the last day of my life. Thanks for your friendship. RIP my good friend.