Dear Aunt Hilda & family,
I am sorry to hear about Uncle Bill. I have many good memories of family reunions. It seems like yesterday. I can still see everyone sitting around in lawn chairs with their plates piled high with delicious home made food. Mom (Mary) said he was her buddy because they always got in trouble together. Mom remembers him always playing his guitar and mandolin. Mom remembers him painting with mud and sticks in the dirt. We are thankful for the memories he has left with us.
Praying for you during this time,