Idyll June Reesman

I have many fond memories of Aunt Idyll, Uncle Roy and their family. Every Christmas I looked forward to a family party at their house because I always felt welcome there. And in the Fall Uncle Roy would go hunting and Aunt Idyll would make her famous pheasant soup. She and her sister Eula, my mother, were very close their whole lives, even having a secret code for when they wanted to talk on the phone. All good memories. I grieve at her leaving us but rejoice at what memories she left behind.

My deepest sympathies. There is no greater bond than between a parent and child. I know how much I still miss my Mom. I think of Aunt Idyll everytime I look at the flowers she gave me when we built the house and were trying to get flower gardens going.