We remember two little boys, inseparable brothers, raised in a happy and God fearing home. If you saw one you saw the other. Only two years difference in their age. They laughed together and cried together. They dug worms and caught crawdads and fished together. They shared everything they had, whether it was candy, chips, PB&J cakes, a bologna sandwich, or pop. They went to school together, usually without missing a day, and when they were grown they hunted together . . . they worked together in security work for quite awhile. The youngest one went into coal mining, but the oldest one stayed with security. Two little boys inseparable brothers separated by death. Memorial Day the oldest one will once again visit his little brother’s grave.