Thursday, June 4, 2009
She was my favorite aunt, the one I knew best. She smoked like a fish and had one of those smokers’ voices. She was warm and funny and had nicknames for everyone. She helped anybody who needed help. It was a terrible loss when she died of lung cancer. I still smile each spring when the iris bulbs from her yard bloom in my yard.
Posted by Bev Sykes at 12:48 AM