Michelle
Roger was most definitely a good friend. He was always there when I needed something I couldn’t do myself. He helped me move. My own father never even helped me move once in my life. But Roger did. Because that’s how Roger Hitt was. A good, gentle, kind-hearted man who would’ve given the shirt off his back to anyone, I believe. I was so shocked to hear of his passing after the service. I wish I could have been there. I know he’s looking down on us all pulling strings for us when he can. I especially remember how much he loved my dog Fin. He always bought him his favorite treat » 7-11 peanut butter cookies. And always gave him both. Love you Rog. Rest well my dear friend.
