Fred was my Brother. I remember him, in diapers with Daddy and I while Daddy was driving. Fred opened the door, fell out. Daddy stopped just short of running over him. I remember Fred playing in the dogs water bucket in his diapers. We have a picture of him doing that. Fred was my Brother Now we moved to the Mullholland Ranch. Fred loved the cartoons and playing Army. For me it was everything outside. When the York boys came over or the Lannings we would have grand times playing with them. Fred was my Brother. Soon Santa brought us our bikes, which brought us Freedom and speed to ride into town or all over the Ranch. Fred was my Brother. Time passes, as it does, now I had a job, a car, and school. I was informed by Mommy, I HAD to take Fred to school if I was driving. So I did. Took Fred most places I went with my friends. Finally Fred had his license so he could use Mom and Dads car. Still had to take him often. Fred was my Brother. I enjoyed watching Fred play pop-warner or High School football. His nickname was Boulder Head. They had a special helmet for him as Fred was Blessed with a large head as Grandpa Dundas had. Fred was my Brother. Life still moved on. Finish school, Marrage, Children, Parents Passing, so many things. Fred was such a Handyman, as Grandpa Dundas, seems he could fix many things, such as changing door knobs and locks for me. Fred was my Brother. Children growing up, then Grandkids, his and mine. My Girls loved going to Fred and Karla's, as Fred could Cook. I enjoyed many a meal Fred cooked at his home or for work. Fred was my Brother. Health issues crepted into his life, but I never heard him complain. We did not "Hang out" much yet I enjoyed much, when I talked to him or saw him. Fred was my Brother. To soon, to fast, his time came to go Home to our LORD. I miss, just knowing he is not here. FRED IS MY BROTHER! I LOVE HIM AND MISS HIM!