Tuesday, January 10, 2012
My earliest memories of Aunt Helen and Uncle Tim are full of laughter and joy. As a child I can remember how their visits always made my father (Joe/"Bud") happy.
She always had a good story to share and a smile that wouldn't quit. With the twinkle in her eye and constant smile Aunt Helen could disarm the devil himself. When we were kids I was so very jealous of Timmy, Denny, and Brian because I wanted Aunt Helen for my mother! Years later, after my father's death, she would keep his memory alive with every visit. What a kind, wonderful woman she was. Thank you for sharing her with me. I am grateful that Helen was my aunt - even if she could't be my mothet.
