Inez

Martin and I attended my Aunt Inez’s funeral today. She was 98 years old and died just a few weeks short of her 99th birthday. She was the last of all of my aunts and one of the nicest ladies you could meet. I remember as a child visiting her and my Uncle Will after church on Sundays. She was a farmer’s wife and always seemed to be busy baking in the kitchen or helping with the chickens. She was always smiling.
I saw her less as I grew up, but I started visiting her again in recent years. Although she was declining physically with age, she was as bright as a button with a fantastic memory.
Today gave me the chance to reminisce with my cousin Chrissie.It is very sad that it often takes occasions such as this to reconnect with family.