Skip was born in Shreveport, in March of 1969. He grew up in Sunset Acres, and had many "true" friends. He lived here most of his life. He loved to drive big rigs, and that would have been a dream come true for him, to drive for the rest of his life. He was a flooring installer by trade, but his heart was on the open road. Skipper has been many places, and seen many things, but when he talked about home, he always meant Shreveport! He was my only brother, and there will always be a void in my life without him. But, he will always live on in my heart, and I know he'll look in on me from time to time. Just knowing his suffering has ended, is somewhat of a comfort in itself. BIG BROTHER, I WILL ALWAYS MISS YOU!!!!!!!!!!