Many a day and night spent here in Lake Sumpter – dancing – listening to the live bands.
My brother’s house was within walking distance of the town square.
We would visit him for 6 to 8 weeks after the new year.
Every morning we would get up and walk our three miles early.
MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.
Growing up – he is ten years older – I envisioned him as my hero.
He left for college and never moved back – instead lived in numerous places across the country.
The last ten years of his life were spent in The Villages – at first with his wife – who passed away.
The last six years of his life – we would spend 6 to 8 weeks with him.
He wanted us to move down and be with him.
But – we had too many small growing grandchildren.
MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.
Sherry loved my brother and he – her – so many things we did together – golfing – happy hours.
We would explore areas outside of the villages –
He owned two golf carts and we would go on all the cart trails.
He knew everyone from memory and short cuts.
We had a app on her phone that gave directions on the miles and miles of cart paths.
MEMORIES of my brother and The Villages.
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MEMORIES OF MY BROTHER ROGER AND IN FLORIDA: THE VILLAGES
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