In Remembrance of Amschel Garren Foltz

Amschel, my little brother, I called you my little buddy. You were taller than me even when I wore high heels. When you were little you had so much hair we sisters taught you to run your fingers through your hair, raise your eyebrows up, and down saying, “I’m handsome!” You were number 7 out of 11 children and loved by all of us. Your big brown puppy dog eyes and beautiful brown curly hair with your amazing smile got you anything you wanted.