Steve Towry

  He was my Best Friend.  He was like my brother.  Why the Good Lord wanted him so young,

I don't know.  From 7th grade thru graduation, we fished, we hunted, we built car models.  My

mother thought of Hudson like he was another one of "her boys".  For many years I tried not

to think about it, but as one gets older one wonders; why him and why am I still here.

  Hudson, I'm sure we'll meet again some day.

  Your Friend,

  Steve