Nelson L. Milks, III

We placed a vision of a fish on the square.  My brother Nelson (Les) lived to fish.  Several weeks before he passed we went fishing in our home town.  Les would ask everyone there how they were biting.  This day no one was having any luck.  It didn’t stop Les, and as the good Lord would have it, Les got a fish on that fought like crazy then jumped out of the water for all to see.  It snapped his line, but made his day!  We will never forget his beautiful smile!