Saturday, March 22, 2014
Most of my happy childhood memories are of Uncle John, Aunt Ginetta, Linda and Johnny, coming over to my mom's house for the holidays. Grandmom, lots of food, sitting around the kitchen table talking, and Uncle John smoking those stinky cigars with the plastic tips on them while he played pool in the basement with my dad are all things that are so detailed in my mind even now. I miss those days, and miss the closeness of that time. Please know that you have our deepest sympathy.
