She hated having her picture taken.
She loved her Cherry Coke.
If you brought her chocolate, it had to be dark.
She taught me how to stay in my lane when driving on a curve.
She remembered every birthday.
She spoiled my cat with canned cat food.
She loved making children happy.
Farewell, Aunt Bobbe. I know you were greeted by a loving and anxious mama and papa.
I'll see you when my own journey is through.
This past October, Bobbe became very ill and admitted herself into a hospital. They found out she had breast cancer which had spread to her lungs and bones. Her health and spirits waned as time went on and early in the morning of Friday, January 13, Bobbe passed away of a heart attack. Her funeral was the following Thursday, and she was buried in Highland cemetery.
This woman loved to give. I keep finding things around our house that she gave us: The embroidered bath towels for our wedding, the Kraft Food magazine subscription for my birthdays, the cross-stitched Thomas the Train blanket on Gavin's bed, pretty much all the bath toys in the tub, the winter hats she knitted, the penguin Christmas card she sent, the crocheted wash cloths, etc. etc...
And as I've come across each item, a memory of her came along with it. Bobbe's life wasn't all that easy. Perhaps now she can rest from her sorrows for a bit and feel the love of her parents and her Heavenly Father more fully. We'll see you again, Bobbe!
