Rolfe Hartley
Eric, I remember you in your baby crib in the front yard at age 3 with a joyous smile on your face and the sunlight catching the red highlights in your hair. I always loved my baby brother.Fair well my brother. I regret that you never had a chance to reach your potential. There was beauty in your soul.It was a shame that those who loved you never even had the courtesy to show up and remember you.