My last surviving uncle turned 97 on October 30. His family always lived in Remington, Indiana. At one time they had a restaurant there. When I was in grade school we visited them on weekends and they sometimes came to our house. When I was in second grade, their youngest daughter who was a year younger than me died. Her name was Cindy. I remember her funeral so vividly. She was so beautiful. It’s strange how certain moments in our life are forever ingrained in our mind. I remember her funeral like it was yesterday. I always had fun when we visited with them. Families don’t do that anymore. We are all spread out and distant.
Jane is a Widow 