I will never forget a summer that Robert and I spent with our Mom, Julia, visiting Grandfather, Grandmother and Aunt Ni and Uncle Jesse. Buddy, we had so much fun with you. But my precious memory of your Mom was seeing the sunlight in her beautiful long hair. I could see the silver and gold threads shining through her deep brown hair and I wanted to grow up to have hair just like hers!
I'm glad that we were able to talk so often. All I had to do was think of her and she would call me...sometimes within just a few minutes. We were never surprised as we laughed about that synchronicity. Or, I would get a sudden urge to call her like the time I was in a Virginia snowstorm and stuck on the road for hours. She was so calm as she kept me company until I was out of the gridlock and safely on the road home.
From Maryann