Rusty,
I cannot think of a more fitting tribute than planting a tree in remembrance of you. How many times did we climb up that old oak tree in our back yard. We were up in that tree every day, I’d climb up first and that pull you up. On the way down, you always got on my back as I went hand over hand down the largest limb as it slowly bent down to ground level. The simple things in life that made us happy, I’ll miss you dearly, but my memories will live on forever; and I’ll be seeing you again