Tuesday, September 19, 2023
Our daughter, Mary Kay, never knew a biological grandmother, as both had passed before she was old enough to remember. She took Jean and Jerry as her own, and they accepted her as if she was their granddaughter. She would sometimes run across barefoot in the early morning and hop in bed, cold feet and all, with them. They enriched her life, both very special people in all our lives.
We used to love sitting around the Pethic campfire listening the family sing four part harmony. Memorable times.
