Gussie Deyo

My Nanny, there will never be another. She raised five of her own , plus me and my brother.
She always showed me love, in the thickest, kept me alive with her stringy brisket!
She caught me when trying to have my hoodlum fun, with that third eye David says was in her hair bun.
She is somewhere better, painless and free, leaving her branches on our family tree.
We'll all remember our own little parts, but Nanny will live forever, in all of our hearts. Greg

I was sorry to learn of the death of Mrs. Deyo. We were neighbors in the 1970s and hung out with Glen and Mary. My parents still live in the neighborhood. Condolences for your loss and my thoughts are with you during this time of sorrow.