Time fled from Merl Dungey

Where does all the time go? Birthday time and a special one at that. But what a time to reflect on all the joyous times shared. My memories of you in your house in Albert Lea, when most of my cousins were very young. To the wonderful time I had visiting you between Flight schools. When you and Uncle Don visted me while I was a bachelor in Atlanta. More recent your visit with Marsha and I in Jackson.