Jeramy Butterfield
Uncle you are missed greatly. I will miss watching you fly casting while sitting in a camping chair, It was only casting because you never could get "that [blank-blank] fly pole to cast right". I will miss you coming to see us in ND and going fishing here where you and pops would fight over who was going to steal my spot when I started catching fish, even when you had three hooks on two poles for six seperate chances to catch a fish without having to cross over my lines. I will cherish our times, your stories, and your advice and knowledge. I will miss your smile, your hugs, and every great thing about you. R.I.P uncle Chris, hold aunt cheeta tight. I love you.