I hadn't seen you since we buried Katie–it didn't matter though how long it was between visits–I always felt like no time had elapsed when I saw you again. You reminded me of Kate, with your chuckle and the dry drawl;(you and Dad sounded alike in that way too), the drawl, the old and well worn jokes, the unbelievable food you always fixed–grilled stuff, man food, barbecue. . . . .Visiting you was a treat because you had a big beautiful house and you treated your bro (my Dad) and us, his family, like royalty. A vivid memory of a childhood visit as we were passing through, moving from one place to another, as military families do. You took us along with Sherry and Shannon to a peach orchard. We rode through the rows on some kind of cart, we picked all the peaches we wanted, we ate all the peaches we wanted. They had taste, they had smell, they were juicy, they were old style peaches, not what we have now. Another memory was my visit to you with my best friend Jude on some break from Baylor–she lived in Oklahoma City so we came to see you while we were in the state. You took us out to eat, some place with huge portions and mouth-watering food. . . .Jude and I got to stay in a huge guest room with a king size bed, and we felt completely pampered. I know that you had much sadness in your life, the loss of Sherry, the loss of Billie. . . .probably more I don't know about. Still you had that chuckle, that humor, the perspective. I wish I had been a better niece as you became ill; I wish I'd paid attention to your life, but I was tangled up in my own. So, you will not be able to hear from me how much I loved your humor, your friendliness, your comfortable way with others, your devotion to Katie. I will tell these things to my dad, your brother, who said, upon finding out about your passing, that he felt he'd been kicked in the head. Strong words from my stoic Dad, your little bro. You added happiness to my life and I thank you–I doubt I'm the only one. Thank you, much love, your niece Rachel