Condolence From: Deb Stewart Williams
Condolence: I want to share my condolences to Ginny Mae's children, to her sister, that I always knew as Judy, to the grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, to her dear friend Wanda, and the rest of her friends and family.
My mother was married to Ginny Mae's uncle, her mother's brother, Grady Stewart.
I don't remember a lot about her, because when my parents divorced, I was about 6 and Ginny Mae was a grown woman, only 5 years or so younger than my Moma.
When Moma would talk about those days, I remember how her voice would sometimes change and her eyes would twinkle, talking about some mischief they had gotten up to together.
I remember going to see Aunt Annie Bell once, and Daddy came by to pick Moma, Steve, Elaine, Mike and me up, when he came home from work. When he came in the door, I heard Aunt Annie Bell tell Daddy not to pick at Ginny Mae and tease her, because she had had a disappointment.
Of course, Daddy, being Daddy,did anyway and in a little bit she was laughing with him and at his particular brand of nonsense.
Moma always spoke of her with love and fondness, I think they must have been great friends, not like aunt and niece because they were close in age.
Our mother passed a little over 3 years ago and knowing how painful that was and still is to our family, especially my sister's, brother and me: I tell you all with complete confidence that all of our hearts grieve for your loss of her,and you are all in our prayers. God Bless.
I have always wondered, since my mother feared and hated water in creeks and lakes, rivers and ponds, the ocean, where it was exactly that I got my love of fishing.
Her obituary finally answered my question. But I eat my catch. Haha.
I am forever grateful for having the same "love to go fishing" DNA.
Rest well, Ginny Mae, give our Moma a hug and tell her how much her babies miss her, as we all know your babies will be missing you.
Monday January 22, 2018
Condolence From: Deb Stewart Williams
Condolence: I want to share my condolences to Ginny Mae's children, to her sister, whom I always knew as Judy, to the grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, to her dear friend Wanda, and the rest of her friends and family.
My mother was married to Ginny Mae's uncle, her mother's brother, Grady Stewart. I don't remember a lot about Ginny Mae, because when my parents divorced, I was about 6 and Ginny Mae was a grown woman, only 5 years or so younger than my Moma.
When Moma would talk about Ginny Mae and those days, I remember how her voice would sometimes change and her eyes would twinkle, talking about some mischief they had gotten up to together.
I remember going to see Aunt Annie Bell once, and Daddy came by to pick Moma, Steve, Elaine, Mike and me up, when he came home from work. When he came in the door, I heard Aunt Annie Bell tell Daddy not to pick on Ginny Mae and tease her, because she had had a disappointment.
Of course, Daddy, being Daddy, teased and picked anyway and in a little bit, Ginny Mae was laughing with and at his particular brand of nonsense.
Moma always spoke of her with love and fondness. I think they must have been great friends, not like aunt and niece, because they were close in age and a lot in common.
Our mother passed a little over 3 years ago and knowing how painful that has been to our family, especially my sister's, brother and me: I speak with complete confidence that all of our hearts grieve for your loss of her,and you are all in our prayers. God Bless.
I have always wondered, since my mother feared and hated water in creeks and lakes, rivers and ponds, the ocean, where it was exactly that I got my love of fishing.
Her obituary finally answered my question. But I eat my catch. Haha.
I am forever grateful for sharing that same "love of fishing" DNA.
Rest well, Ginny Mae, give our Moma a hug and tell her how much her babies miss her, as we all know your babies will be missing you. God speed.
Monday January 22, 2018
