Virginia Lea Mitchell

It's a late summer or early fall day and we are fishing on the Kalamazoo river, just below the dam in Ceresco. It's one of those vivid childhood memories I will always hold dear. The excitement of a tackle box. - all the colorful and wonderful looking lures. Aunt Gig is patiently showing me how to attach them to my line. -I want to try them all. Between casts I look for crayfish. She quietly casts her line into the river; obviously happy to be here in this peaceful moment.

Going to miss you Moma I know you are in a much better place.Selfishly I wish you were still here and we could go fishing but I know you are with our father the master fisherman. Ill do my best to watch over dad and try to get him to take better care of himself.
I love you and miss you allready see you later.

heather and family i had fun times with her and all my cousins . and i am so sorry at least she is at peace. i will always have her and uncle mitch n my heart kelli fowler (reiling)