To my Dear, Sweet, Loving Aunt Jean...you mean the world to me. More like a Mother to me than a Great Aunt. I will hold close to my heart many fond memories I have with you, from bringing bugs inside to ask you what they were, only to have you hollar as you walked back away frrom me "Now Shell get that outside" to the Saturday trips to the Salon for you to have her hair done, then it was to your house to wash my hair as I would hollar, but Aunt Jean you are killing me...because you accidentally got water in my eyes and then there was the homemade ice cream in the back yard. I also remember looking forward to the terrific Sunday dinners I looked forward to. I know you are now there in Heaven with Uncle Jim and Mama Waggoner looking down on us. Give them a big kiss and hug for me...you are a beautiful soul and God now has a magnificent Angel...I love you and miss you, Shell