DIANE P. MCIVER

Hey Sis,

It's me again. I've been thinking about you a lot. I have some bad news. Dr. Love thinks Rodney has cancer. He had an MRI on Monday and I guess the next step will be a biospy. But no matter what happens I'm going to continue to be there for him. On a good note, Babe is doing great. We've got to stop spoiling her so much. She has put on a few pounds since we had her fixed, not to mention we feed her too much. Her favorite toy is still the yellow dog you gave her. She plays...

Happy Birthday Sis,

I know your birthday was yesterday and I'm sorry I didn't get this in. 63 years went by in a flash didn't they? I thought about you all day and wished I had been able to say more in my eulogy. I talked about how you picked on me as a kid but not how you would never let anyone else get by with it. Actually, it's very hard to sum up a persons entire life in just a few short minutes. There was so much more I wanted to say but I was having so many different thoughts...

Memaw

My dear Memaw
Oh, how I looked at you in awe
With those silly looks you gave
And always telling me to behave
Those crazy comments you made
Still puts a smile on my face that shall never fade
Even the smallest scent of baby powder
I think of you in laughter
How I'm so proud to be your Grand Daughter
Your beautiful smiling eyes
Made me think I could reach and touch the changing skies
Frogs were your crazy obsession