Reatha, Reatha, Reatha...what can I say? We had just spoken a few months ago, over the passing of our 1st cousin, Denise Clancy. None of us knows when death will knock at our own door. My mind has been flooded with so many memories of you from our childhood through this present day. I am so glad that each time we talked, I would end with telling you that I loved you...I knew this was not a comfortable thing for you...but I told you anyhow. I remember when your daughter passed away and you asked me to come to Portland to sing at her funeral(which I did do), because she liked me so much and had such a good time when you both came to Phoenix and spent a week with me. Though your mortal body is at rest, your spirit continues to live and I am sure there was a family reunion taking place as you were greeted by loved ones and friends awaiting your arrival. It gives me much comfort in knowing you are NOT alone. I 'will' see you again. So I won't say good-bye, but see you later and I still and always will love you.
Your 1st cousin,
Glenda or Sue Nella as you all call me sometimes.