Sunday, December 29, 2019
There are not many memories of my childhood that do not include our wonderful neighbors and friends, the Granaths. One of my personal favorites of Pat is getting a gigantic sliver of wood out of my foot with his knife. He was never without a smile and a hug, he always called me Patti Sue. Coffee on Mom's front porch, going to Tatum to see the family with them, Thanksgiving in Milnesand are just a few I'll remember. Heaven gets sweeter every day with Avenue M folks. I sure hope there is a space on the front porch and a fresh pot of coffee waiting to share with all of them when it's my turn. Love you all and praying for peace and comfort in the days to come.
