Thursday, November 30, 0002
Tiny, is my Aunt. I talked to her late Sunday night and she was so up beat about getting the surgery done and felling better. I was in shock when I heard what had happened. I have so many memories of her, Dorothy and my Mom but what I will never forget is the way Tiny could tell "our" family history, whether it was about boys, candy, mud packs or who was going to change Bill's diaper she had us laughing. I wish I could hear just one more story.
