Friday, December 7, 2012
It pained me so very much to hear of aunt Bessie's passing... there are so many things I remember about her that made her so very special to me. So many small and trivial things that together made her someone I loved dearly... each one meaning nothing to anyone except to her and myself. I remember she used to read to me, we used to make up stories to tell each other when I was a child, the hours spent looking at seashells she collected on the beach, the day she brought back a toy that she knew was my favorite color and felt would interest me... how even as she grew older she had a desire for new experiences to the extent in her mid 70's she had me give her a ride on a motorcycle just to experience it once. I will always remember the woman that encouraged a small child to think, to dream, to be whatever I wanted... all words of sorrow and grief seem so hollow when put to the task of expressing a loss of this magnitude. I loved you then aunt Bessie, I love you still, and I always will. Ron [Pat's son]