I don’t know if you remember me, but we all—my family and I—will forever remember you. My husband had gotten into trouble and we lived in a small town in the Hill Country. You took his case and you would fly from Lubbock for court.
It’s been a long time ago. My baby boy was three, and now he would have been 32, but he went to live in heaven at the age of 20. My older daughter was eight. She attended Our Lady of the Lake University in San Antonio and graduated with a master’s degree. She works with a major corporate office. My younger daughter was five. Now, after graduating from the same university, she is a teacher.
My husband, who is now a disabled veteran, has mellowed and became a great dad and grandfather.
I am telling you this because, as we all remember, you helped Ralph. You gave us our home back. You treated us with respect and dignity. We are forever grateful to you.
God bless you always and thank you again.