Whenever we visited New York, or Aunt Jean visited Massachusetts, she was always friendly, giving and truly interested in what was going on in our lives. I remember her smile.
I feel the loss of Aunt Jean. Her death is beginning to weigh on me. Earlier I was thinking about some fun times. Now is time for the recognizing the lost of a dear one.
Whenever we visited New York, or Aunt Jean visited Massachusetts, she was always friendly, giving and truly interested in what was going on in our lives. I remember her smile.
