Still heartbroken after 5 years that you're not here. Still shocked. You were handed to me at just 6 weeks old as we escaped our abusive father. We were peas and carrots from then on as I filled in as momma. You should be here. You shouldn't have suffered. One day I'll have the cry I'm supposed to but for now I'm making that dream you had for me come true for this radio station. I hope you're proud. I work so hard to make you that way. I hope you're telling the nose thumbers up there what finger you and I are using back at em!
I play our jams daily in the studio before I do anything and once a week I broadcast "sadness, and Orinoco flow " the songs you said I got you hooked on. God knows how much I love you. God knows the hole in my heart you've left. I see you in those little red bird visits. Thank you for them! Turning it up for you my sweet baby brother. You are free up there. That brings me joy! Love you Casey
4/22/78 - 6/23/20 R.I P
~ Shell 🐚 💔❤️