A Letter From Aunt Mom

Letter From Aunt Mom 1
Dear Billy Bob Ray,

I’m writing this slow because I know you can’t read fast.

We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen within 20 miles of your home, so we moved.

I won’t be able to send you the address because the last West Virginia family that lived here took the house numbers when they moved so they wouldn’t have to change their address.

This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I’m not sure about it. I put a load of clothes in and pulled the chain. We haven’t seen them since.

The weather isn’t bad here. It only rained twice last week; the first time for three days and the second time for four days.

About that coat you wanted me to send; your Uncle Billy Bob said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with the buttons on, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets.

Big Boy locked his keys in the car yesterday. We were really worried because it took him two hours to get me and your father out.

Your sister had a baby this morning, but I haven’t found out what it is yet so I don’t know if you are an aunt or uncle. Here is a photo taken at her wedding last week.

Letter From Aunt Mom 2

Uncle Bobby Ray fell into a whiskey vat last week. The Wilson boys across the creek tried to pull him out but he fought them off and drowned. We had him cremated, he burned for three days.

Letter From Aunt Mom 3

Three of your friends went off a bridge in a pickup truck. Butch was driving. He rolled down the window and swam to safety. Your other two friends were in the back. They drowned because they couldn’t get the tailgate down!

There isn’t much more news at this time.. Nothing much out of the normal has happened.

Your Favorite Aunt,

Mom

Our Goodbye To Gracie

A little over 16-years ago we brought Gracie home to share life with us and our two cats Rodney and Bently.

She was such a tiny little girl at first and cute in every way.

Here she is on our front porch taking in a little morning sun.

Gracie loved her toys and would trout around the house with them playing little games she thought were fun.


She played with her buddies, the cats all the time. They acted like she was bugging them, but it was all an act. It was common to see Gracie chase Rodney down the hallway into the bedroom, and then a few seconds later they would return with Gracie being chased by Rodney.

Bently was slow to love her, but in later years he would lick her to make sure she was clean.

Everything was something to play with, even a branch that she was trying to walk away with.

A game of hide and seek, with her buddy Rodney.

Aren’t I cute!!

Lets play ball until I drop. But she never got tired.

Tugg of wars would go on and on, with lots of growling.

Aren’t I ferocious!!

Years went by and then the little grey chin appeared.

She never liked being held because we believe she was afraid of being dropped. But she was sure enjoying this moment with Georgia.

She used to go out on the boat with us all the time. She could jump in and out of the boat with ease, but a few years ago she couldn’t make it back in again.

She was always such a happy girl but began experiencing lots of pain, so the vet prescribed pain killers that she was given three times a day. Georgia prepared them with lots of love and Gracie enjoyed them because even though the liquid smelled awful, it was mixed with turkey lunch meat.

This photo was taken a couple of weeks ago on the same porch she explored some 16-years ago. We were around the corner in the courtyard, but now she just stayed here because it was so hard to get down and back up the steps again.

Gracie left us yesterday afternoon and took a big chunk of our hearts with her. She was a wonderful little girl and loved everybody, especially little kids. It will be hard for us, but at least we have photos like these and lots of wonderful memories.

Goodbye Gracie Girl, you will never be forgotten and are loved by all who had the honor of knowing you.

And your toys are lonesome now.

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Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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