Dearest Cousin Dee Dee,
Sitting in the front middle seat of the car as your dad, my Uncle Dee, was driving, I remember asking why Auntie's tummy was so big. My aunt Anna Mae was sitting next to the window and I was too small to see out the window over belly. Instead of telling me that we were soon to celebrate your birth, he answered that Auntie had swallowed a pumpkin seed. For many many years after that, I avoided poor Auntie's accident by carefully searching every piece of fruit I ate for those dreaded seeds.
My dearest Dee Dee, our sweetest pumpkin, I will always love you. You were a gift to this family and you kept us all young at heart.
Mary Anne, I am comforted to know that you remain surrounded by many who love you as I do. Draw comfort from us and draw strength from God.
Pamela Parks McLaurin