Aunt Sharon,
Where would any of us begin to try and
express the 30 years of special experiences we have shared with you and had in
your home. I am sure you will be filled
with pride, laughter and love when you read the letters from your family. My hope is that you will be filled with great
satisfaction as we bless you with our memories of what you have done for all of
us and how much you mean to us. To me
your home has been one of gathering, both in times of sorrow and
celebration. It was warm, welcoming and
a source of love and comfort. Your home
was always full of joy and laughter in times of celebration and in those times
of sorrow and tears it was a place of healing love and comfort. Your home and heart was always open to help
and assist where there were needs and over the years there were many many many
needs. I hope I say this right…..and you
understand what I am saying…..Your house was the structure……YOU made it
everything it was to all of us…. a beautiful HOME. We lost a structure but we take with us…….
you and all of the memories of a great home.
I guess one of
my favorite memories was one Christmas we were all at your house. I was sitting in the bonus room with several
family members. We were all just
talking; some were playing musical instruments, and in general just having a
great time. I was on the lounge chair by
a shelf with all of your collectible tins.
I started picking them up and looking inside several of them. That gorgeous guy Nick asked me what I was
doing and I replied I was looking for your pot stash. So…. of course everyone stated laughing. I later came down and told you what I had
said and you looked at me (you know that look… your eyes got wide and big) and
you said, "You didn't find anything, did you?" I replied, "No….you must be out or have it hid better!" You just laughed at me like usual.
Then there was
that time mom and I were coming to your house.
We had clothes so I guess we were
going to stay with you for some reason, anyway we pulled up and got out
armfuls of stuff and walked up to the door and mom just knocked and started
inside. She opened up the door and we
walked in and there was a room full of black people just sitting there looking
at us. Mom said she was sorry that we
had the wrong house….I think the family knew we were looking for you (It must
have happened a lot) He laughed and made
a comment about it being another block down the street. Mom and I laughed all the way to your house
her saying I can’t believe we did that.
Lastly, I
remember calling you one day near Easter.
Mom and I were calling to maybe arrange what to
bring. I called and mom was sitting
there with me. When you picked up I told
you I was a lady down the street at 500 Bouziden. I told you I was a Jehovah’s Witness and we
were planning an Easter egg hunt for the neighborhood children. I told you that we were going to have
scriptures on the eggs and I would like for your children to participate. You told me you were Baptist and I said
that’s ok God would forgive you. You
hung up and mom and I was laughing when we called you back. You told us you were putting on your shoes to
walk down there and talk to that lady.
I can’t wait
to read all of the memories from the rest of the family. I also can’t wait to start building new
memories in your new home. It is
beautiful. I hope it brings you as much
love, joy, togetherness and happiness as your other home did. I love you ”tremendously” and that is a whole
bunch! I can't begin to tell you how much
you have meant to me and my family. You
have helped fill a hole that was created when we lost our mom and for that
there are no
words to aptly express our love and
thanks. May God bless you and your
family and pour out his love and blessings on all of you and your new home.
Brenna
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