Lucille Jewsbury, 76, resident of rural Fort Scott, Kansas died unexpectedly at Mercy Health Center, Fort Scott.
She was born the daughter of Tella Andrew "Andy" and Maude Fern Feezell Toler. She married Charles Jewsbury on August 18, 1952, in Gravette, Arkansas.
Lucille began working for Citizen's National Bank in 1961. She held a variety of positions, and retired in 1993 as Assistant Vice President and head of the Installment Loan Department. She was a member of the Parkway Church of God (Holiness) and served as secretary/treasurer from 1959 to 1992. She served multiple terms on the Fort Scott Christian Heights School Board. She had volunteered for the American Cancer Society. She enjoyed painting, reading and spending time with her family.
Survivors include her husband, Charles, of the home; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends. She was preceded in death by her parents; a brother, Albert Eugene Toler; a sister, Anna Lea Toler; and three half brothers, Hershel, Doyle, and Sheldon Toler.
Rev. Mark Stetler officiated the funeral services 10:30 a.m. Monday, February 15, in the Parkway Church of God (Holiness), Ft. Scott, KS.
Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at cheneywitt.com
A Tribute to Lucille
Long before Lucille and I were born, there was a precious gift waiting for us both. A gift that our Grandpa Albert chose for us in April of 1927~the gift of family. At the age of 39, my grandmother passed away leaving my Grandpa Albert to raise 11 children on his own; my mother was only two weeks old.
Times were hard and the country was in a deep depression. My aunts and uncles have told me that for sometime after my grandmother's death, couples from the area would come by often wanting to adopt some of the children. Grandpa's reply was always the same. As long as he was still alive, his children would never be separated.
The seventeen year old girl in the family was my Aunt Maudie, Lucille's mother. She became mother to my mother at the age of two weeks, and when she was going to be married two years later, she took my mother to live with her. Grandpa told her she could only if she promised to live close by so she could still be close to him and her brothers and sisters. She kept that promise. Seven years later, Lucille was born. She and my mother grew up like sisters and my Aunt Maudie was like the grandmother I never had.
Charlie and Lucille were married the year I was born. Charlie was stationed overseas for 10 months after they were married, so Lucille stayed with Maudie during that time. I am sure my mother had her hands full with me and my two sisters, Karen and Sherry, so Lucille would often help my mom by babysitting us. Lucille liked to tell me the story about the time she decided to take me to church with her one Sunday morning. She thought she would leave the stroller at the house this time, and just carry the cute, sweet, fat little baby that I was in her arms. According to her, she didn't think she was going to make it before her arms fell off! I guess I liked my formula too well!
As a child, I remember how I would beg her to play the piano so I could sit beside her and watch as she played. I was fascinated with her beautiful fingernails. I never remember a time that she told me no.
As a teenager, I would be with her as she recovered from the surgery that would later render her a paraplegic. Since everyone else in the family was working, I stayed with her during the daytime and would also drive her to her follow up doctor's appointments. I hadn't been driving very long, and I remember thinking how proud I was that my family trusted me enough to do the driving. Looking back, I realize that I was the only choice available, and I am sure Lucille didn't share in the same pride I felt, but she never once complained. I enjoyed our times of talking and laughing and the meals we shared together. I remember that time period vividly and how, even then, she worried about being a burden to me. I didn't see it that way. She had a way about her that made me want to help her.
During the early years of my marriage, I was busy raising our girls and Lucille was involved with her work, but we were still together at our many family get togethers, and I do mean many, because we didn't need a holiday to have a party in my family.
I became a teacher at FSCH, and as my girls grew older, they began to have after school activities. Lucille soon learned what days that would be, and she would be waiting outside the school as I walked my students out. I would get in her car and sometimes we would just sit there and talk and sometimes, well, most times, we would head to Sonic with her behind the wheel. She loved the French fries, I loved the ice cream. She always wanted to know how I was doing and if anything new was going on with me.
In 1995, I lost my mother to cancer, and therefore Lucille lost her "sister." She knew what a loss I felt and how I grieved for her. Even though she was grieving too, she stepped in to be my "other Mother" as I would often later refer to her. It was at this point, that Lucille was also losing her mobility. I needed a mother, she needed a daughter, and so the bond began. It had come full circle.
For 57 years now, Lucille's life and mine have been intertwined. She helped with my care as a baby, and I in turn was privileged to be able to help her when she needed me. I guess because she made me feel so loved, it made it easy to care for her. The past several years, as she and Charlie needed more help with things, I was glad to help in any way I could. She was always afraid that she was bothering me. I always assured her that she wasn't. I hope she believed that.
Lucille was a strong woman who was ahead of her time. She was well respected in the business world in a time when there were fewer business women than there are now. She was strong in spirit, and didn't let her physical struggles get her down. Most importantly, she was a strong Christian who called the names of her family each day in prayer. I watched Lucille as she rose above any obstacle that life threw at her, and she did it with such class and dignity. She taught by example.
My loss is great, but Heaven's gain is greater. I will miss the little road trips, the daily phone conversations, the trips to Sonic. I will miss calling her to get her Wal-Mart list, and then calling at least two or three more times to get the complete list, because she wouldn't give it all to me at once because she didn't want to bother me. I will miss her when the grocery ad comes out this week, she would always buy according to what was on sale. I will miss her on Thursday when I would normally go to help her get her hair ready for Gwen to comb the next day. I will miss her wheeling down the ramp to check on us when we would feed the cattle, or just waving from the kitchen window. I will miss her at church, where her spot will be empty. I will miss her this May, when we usually took our annual trip to visit the graves in Dade County to decorate them for Memorial Day. I will miss her worrying that Mark was working too hard and was wearing himself out on the farm. I will miss her saying "God Bless" every time she would leave a message on our answering machine. I will miss her telling me on a regular basis how bad the internet was.
I count it a blessing that I was able to be with her to the very end. Although she scolded me harshly for coming at such an early hour to the hospital, I think she was happy I was there.
I am so thankful that if our life is pleasing to God, as I believe Lucille's was, we will all be reunited someday in Heaven. There, where Lucille waits with my mother, her own mother, and all the rest of my family that has gone on before me-all there to welcome me Home.
I have often wondered what my life would have been like if my grandfather would have allowed his children to be separated all those years ago. I would not have known the wonderful family that I love so much. And I wouldn't have known Lucille, Thank you, Lucille, for loving me. My life was truly blessed because of you.
I love you.
Brenda (Wilson) Tucker
She was born the daughter of Tella Andrew "Andy" and Maude Fern Feezell Toler. She married Charles Jewsbury on August 18, 1952, in Gravette, Arkansas.
Lucille began working for Citizen's National Bank in 1961. She held a variety of positions, and retired in 1993 as Assistant Vice President and head of the Installment Loan Department. She was a member of the Parkway Church of God (Holiness) and served as secretary/treasurer from 1959 to 1992. She served multiple terms on the Fort Scott Christian Heights School Board. She had volunteered for the American Cancer Society. She enjoyed painting, reading and spending time with her family.
Survivors include her husband, Charles, of the home; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends. She was preceded in death by her parents; a brother, Albert Eugene Toler; a sister, Anna Lea Toler; and three half brothers, Hershel, Doyle, and Sheldon Toler.
Rev. Mark Stetler officiated the funeral services 10:30 a.m. Monday, February 15, in the Parkway Church of God (Holiness), Ft. Scott, KS.
Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at cheneywitt.com
A Tribute to Lucille
Long before Lucille and I were born, there was a precious gift waiting for us both. A gift that our Grandpa Albert chose for us in April of 1927~the gift of family. At the age of 39, my grandmother passed away leaving my Grandpa Albert to raise 11 children on his own; my mother was only two weeks old.
Times were hard and the country was in a deep depression. My aunts and uncles have told me that for sometime after my grandmother's death, couples from the area would come by often wanting to adopt some of the children. Grandpa's reply was always the same. As long as he was still alive, his children would never be separated.
The seventeen year old girl in the family was my Aunt Maudie, Lucille's mother. She became mother to my mother at the age of two weeks, and when she was going to be married two years later, she took my mother to live with her. Grandpa told her she could only if she promised to live close by so she could still be close to him and her brothers and sisters. She kept that promise. Seven years later, Lucille was born. She and my mother grew up like sisters and my Aunt Maudie was like the grandmother I never had.
Charlie and Lucille were married the year I was born. Charlie was stationed overseas for 10 months after they were married, so Lucille stayed with Maudie during that time. I am sure my mother had her hands full with me and my two sisters, Karen and Sherry, so Lucille would often help my mom by babysitting us. Lucille liked to tell me the story about the time she decided to take me to church with her one Sunday morning. She thought she would leave the stroller at the house this time, and just carry the cute, sweet, fat little baby that I was in her arms. According to her, she didn't think she was going to make it before her arms fell off! I guess I liked my formula too well!
As a child, I remember how I would beg her to play the piano so I could sit beside her and watch as she played. I was fascinated with her beautiful fingernails. I never remember a time that she told me no.
As a teenager, I would be with her as she recovered from the surgery that would later render her a paraplegic. Since everyone else in the family was working, I stayed with her during the daytime and would also drive her to her follow up doctor's appointments. I hadn't been driving very long, and I remember thinking how proud I was that my family trusted me enough to do the driving. Looking back, I realize that I was the only choice available, and I am sure Lucille didn't share in the same pride I felt, but she never once complained. I enjoyed our times of talking and laughing and the meals we shared together. I remember that time period vividly and how, even then, she worried about being a burden to me. I didn't see it that way. She had a way about her that made me want to help her.
During the early years of my marriage, I was busy raising our girls and Lucille was involved with her work, but we were still together at our many family get togethers, and I do mean many, because we didn't need a holiday to have a party in my family.
I became a teacher at FSCH, and as my girls grew older, they began to have after school activities. Lucille soon learned what days that would be, and she would be waiting outside the school as I walked my students out. I would get in her car and sometimes we would just sit there and talk and sometimes, well, most times, we would head to Sonic with her behind the wheel. She loved the French fries, I loved the ice cream. She always wanted to know how I was doing and if anything new was going on with me.
In 1995, I lost my mother to cancer, and therefore Lucille lost her "sister." She knew what a loss I felt and how I grieved for her. Even though she was grieving too, she stepped in to be my "other Mother" as I would often later refer to her. It was at this point, that Lucille was also losing her mobility. I needed a mother, she needed a daughter, and so the bond began. It had come full circle.
For 57 years now, Lucille's life and mine have been intertwined. She helped with my care as a baby, and I in turn was privileged to be able to help her when she needed me. I guess because she made me feel so loved, it made it easy to care for her. The past several years, as she and Charlie needed more help with things, I was glad to help in any way I could. She was always afraid that she was bothering me. I always assured her that she wasn't. I hope she believed that.
Lucille was a strong woman who was ahead of her time. She was well respected in the business world in a time when there were fewer business women than there are now. She was strong in spirit, and didn't let her physical struggles get her down. Most importantly, she was a strong Christian who called the names of her family each day in prayer. I watched Lucille as she rose above any obstacle that life threw at her, and she did it with such class and dignity. She taught by example.
My loss is great, but Heaven's gain is greater. I will miss the little road trips, the daily phone conversations, the trips to Sonic. I will miss calling her to get her Wal-Mart list, and then calling at least two or three more times to get the complete list, because she wouldn't give it all to me at once because she didn't want to bother me. I will miss her when the grocery ad comes out this week, she would always buy according to what was on sale. I will miss her on Thursday when I would normally go to help her get her hair ready for Gwen to comb the next day. I will miss her wheeling down the ramp to check on us when we would feed the cattle, or just waving from the kitchen window. I will miss her at church, where her spot will be empty. I will miss her this May, when we usually took our annual trip to visit the graves in Dade County to decorate them for Memorial Day. I will miss her worrying that Mark was working too hard and was wearing himself out on the farm. I will miss her saying "God Bless" every time she would leave a message on our answering machine. I will miss her telling me on a regular basis how bad the internet was.
I count it a blessing that I was able to be with her to the very end. Although she scolded me harshly for coming at such an early hour to the hospital, I think she was happy I was there.
I am so thankful that if our life is pleasing to God, as I believe Lucille's was, we will all be reunited someday in Heaven. There, where Lucille waits with my mother, her own mother, and all the rest of my family that has gone on before me-all there to welcome me Home.
I have often wondered what my life would have been like if my grandfather would have allowed his children to be separated all those years ago. I would not have known the wonderful family that I love so much. And I wouldn't have known Lucille, Thank you, Lucille, for loving me. My life was truly blessed because of you.
I love you.
Brenda (Wilson) Tucker
Lucille Jewsbury, 76, resident of rural Fort Scott, Kansas died unexpectedly at Mercy Health Center, Fort Scott.
She was born the daughter of Tella Andrew "Andy" and Maude Fern Feezell Toler. She married Charles Jewsbury on August 18, 1952, in Gravette, Arkansas.
Lucille began working for Citizen's National Bank in 1961. She held a variety of positions, and retired in 1993 as Assistant Vice President and head of the Installment Loan Department. She was a member of the Parkway Church of God (Holiness) and served as secretary/treasurer from 1959 to 1992. She served multiple terms on the Fort Scott Christian Heights School Board. She had volunteered for the American Cancer Society. She enjoyed painting, reading and spending time with her family.
Survivors include her husband, Charles, of the home; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends. She was preceded in death by her parents; a brother, Albert Eugene Toler; a sister, Anna Lea Toler; and three half brothers, Hershel, Doyle, and Sheldon Toler.
Rev. Mark Stetler officiated the funeral services 10:30 a.m. Monday, February 15, in the Parkway Church of God (Holiness), Ft. Scott, KS.
Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at cheneywitt.com
A Tribute to Lucille
Long before Lucille and I were born, there was a precious gift waiting for us both. A gift that our Grandpa Albert chose for us in April of 1927~the gift of family. At the age of 39, my grandmother passed away leaving my Grandpa Albert to raise 11 children on his own; my mother was only two weeks old.
Times were hard and the country was in a deep depression. My aunts and uncles have told me that for sometime after my grandmother's death, couples from the area would come by often wanting to adopt some of the children. Grandpa's reply was always the same. As long as he was still alive, his children would never be separated.
The seventeen year old girl in the family was my Aunt Maudie, Lucille's mother. She became mother to my mother at the age of two weeks, and when she was going to be married two years later, she took my mother to live with her. Grandpa told her she could only if she promised to live close by so she could still be close to him and her brothers and sisters. She kept that promise. Seven years later, Lucille was born. She and my mother grew up like sisters and my Aunt Maudie was like the grandmother I never had.
Charlie and Lucille were married the year I was born. Charlie was stationed overseas for 10 months after they were married, so Lucille stayed with Maudie during that time. I am sure my mother had her hands full with me and my two sisters, Karen and Sherry, so Lucille would often help my mom by babysitting us. Lucille liked to tell me the story about the time she decided to take me to church with her one Sunday morning. She thought she would leave the stroller at the house this time, and just carry the cute, sweet, fat little baby that I was in her arms. According to her, she didn't think she was going to make it before her arms fell off! I guess I liked my formula too well!
As a child, I remember how I would beg her to play the piano so I could sit beside her and watch as she played. I was fascinated with her beautiful fingernails. I never remember a time that she told me no.
As a teenager, I would be with her as she recovered from the surgery that would later render her a paraplegic. Since everyone else in the family was working, I stayed with her during the daytime and would also drive her to her follow up doctor's appointments. I hadn't been driving very long, and I remember thinking how proud I was that my family trusted me enough to do the driving. Looking back, I realize that I was the only choice available, and I am sure Lucille didn't share in the same pride I felt, but she never once complained. I enjoyed our times of talking and laughing and the meals we shared together. I remember that time period vividly and how, even then, she worried about being a burden to me. I didn't see it that way. She had a way about her that made me want to help her.
During the early years of my marriage, I was busy raising our girls and Lucille was involved with her work, but we were still together at our many family get togethers, and I do mean many, because we didn't need a holiday to have a party in my family.
I became a teacher at FSCH, and as my girls grew older, they began to have after school activities. Lucille soon learned what days that would be, and she would be waiting outside the school as I walked my students out. I would get in her car and sometimes we would just sit there and talk and sometimes, well, most times, we would head to Sonic with her behind the wheel. She loved the French fries, I loved the ice cream. She always wanted to know how I was doing and if anything new was going on with me.
In 1995, I lost my mother to cancer, and therefore Lucille lost her "sister." She knew what a loss I felt and how I grieved for her. Even though she was grieving too, she stepped in to be my "other Mother" as I would often later refer to her. It was at this point, that Lucille was also losing her mobility. I needed a mother, she needed a daughter, and so the bond began. It had come full circle.
For 57 years now, Lucille's life and mine have been intertwined. She helped with my care as a baby, and I in turn was privileged to be able to help her when she needed me. I guess because she made me feel so loved, it made it easy to care for her. The past several years, as she and Charlie needed more help with things, I was glad to help in any way I could. She was always afraid that she was bothering me. I always assured her that she wasn't. I hope she believed that.
Lucille was a strong woman who was ahead of her time. She was well respected in the business world in a time when there were fewer business women than there are now. She was strong in spirit, and didn't let her physical struggles get her down. Most importantly, she was a strong Christian who called the names of her family each day in prayer. I watched Lucille as she rose above any obstacle that life threw at her, and she did it with such class and dignity. She taught by example.
My loss is great, but Heaven's gain is greater. I will miss the little road trips, the daily phone conversations, the trips to Sonic. I will miss calling her to get her Wal-Mart list, and then calling at least two or three more times to get the complete list, because she wouldn't give it all to me at once because she didn't want to bother me. I will miss her when the grocery ad comes out this week, she would always buy according to what was on sale. I will miss her on Thursday when I would normally go to help her get her hair ready for Gwen to comb the next day. I will miss her wheeling down the ramp to check on us when we would feed the cattle, or just waving from the kitchen window. I will miss her at church, where her spot will be empty. I will miss her this May, when we usually took our annual trip to visit the graves in Dade County to decorate them for Memorial Day. I will miss her worrying that Mark was working too hard and was wearing himself out on the farm. I will miss her saying "God Bless" every time she would leave a message on our answering machine. I will miss her telling me on a regular basis how bad the internet was.
I count it a blessing that I was able to be with her to the very end. Although she scolded me harshly for coming at such an early hour to the hospital, I think she was happy I was there.
I am so thankful that if our life is pleasing to God, as I believe Lucille's was, we will all be reunited someday in Heaven. There, where Lucille waits with my mother, her own mother, and all the rest of my family that has gone on before me-all there to welcome me Home.
I have often wondered what my life would have been like if my grandfather would have allowed his children to be separated all those years ago. I would not have known the wonderful family that I love so much. And I wouldn't have known Lucille, Thank you, Lucille, for loving me. My life was truly blessed because of you.
I love you.
Brenda (Wilson) Tucker
She was born the daughter of Tella Andrew "Andy" and Maude Fern Feezell Toler. She married Charles Jewsbury on August 18, 1952, in Gravette, Arkansas.
Lucille began working for Citizen's National Bank in 1961. She held a variety of positions, and retired in 1993 as Assistant Vice President and head of the Installment Loan Department. She was a member of the Parkway Church of God (Holiness) and served as secretary/treasurer from 1959 to 1992. She served multiple terms on the Fort Scott Christian Heights School Board. She had volunteered for the American Cancer Society. She enjoyed painting, reading and spending time with her family.
Survivors include her husband, Charles, of the home; numerous nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends. She was preceded in death by her parents; a brother, Albert Eugene Toler; a sister, Anna Lea Toler; and three half brothers, Hershel, Doyle, and Sheldon Toler.
Rev. Mark Stetler officiated the funeral services 10:30 a.m. Monday, February 15, in the Parkway Church of God (Holiness), Ft. Scott, KS.
Words of remembrance may be submitted to the online guestbook at cheneywitt.com
A Tribute to Lucille
Long before Lucille and I were born, there was a precious gift waiting for us both. A gift that our Grandpa Albert chose for us in April of 1927~the gift of family. At the age of 39, my grandmother passed away leaving my Grandpa Albert to raise 11 children on his own; my mother was only two weeks old.
Times were hard and the country was in a deep depression. My aunts and uncles have told me that for sometime after my grandmother's death, couples from the area would come by often wanting to adopt some of the children. Grandpa's reply was always the same. As long as he was still alive, his children would never be separated.
The seventeen year old girl in the family was my Aunt Maudie, Lucille's mother. She became mother to my mother at the age of two weeks, and when she was going to be married two years later, she took my mother to live with her. Grandpa told her she could only if she promised to live close by so she could still be close to him and her brothers and sisters. She kept that promise. Seven years later, Lucille was born. She and my mother grew up like sisters and my Aunt Maudie was like the grandmother I never had.
Charlie and Lucille were married the year I was born. Charlie was stationed overseas for 10 months after they were married, so Lucille stayed with Maudie during that time. I am sure my mother had her hands full with me and my two sisters, Karen and Sherry, so Lucille would often help my mom by babysitting us. Lucille liked to tell me the story about the time she decided to take me to church with her one Sunday morning. She thought she would leave the stroller at the house this time, and just carry the cute, sweet, fat little baby that I was in her arms. According to her, she didn't think she was going to make it before her arms fell off! I guess I liked my formula too well!
As a child, I remember how I would beg her to play the piano so I could sit beside her and watch as she played. I was fascinated with her beautiful fingernails. I never remember a time that she told me no.
As a teenager, I would be with her as she recovered from the surgery that would later render her a paraplegic. Since everyone else in the family was working, I stayed with her during the daytime and would also drive her to her follow up doctor's appointments. I hadn't been driving very long, and I remember thinking how proud I was that my family trusted me enough to do the driving. Looking back, I realize that I was the only choice available, and I am sure Lucille didn't share in the same pride I felt, but she never once complained. I enjoyed our times of talking and laughing and the meals we shared together. I remember that time period vividly and how, even then, she worried about being a burden to me. I didn't see it that way. She had a way about her that made me want to help her.
During the early years of my marriage, I was busy raising our girls and Lucille was involved with her work, but we were still together at our many family get togethers, and I do mean many, because we didn't need a holiday to have a party in my family.
I became a teacher at FSCH, and as my girls grew older, they began to have after school activities. Lucille soon learned what days that would be, and she would be waiting outside the school as I walked my students out. I would get in her car and sometimes we would just sit there and talk and sometimes, well, most times, we would head to Sonic with her behind the wheel. She loved the French fries, I loved the ice cream. She always wanted to know how I was doing and if anything new was going on with me.
In 1995, I lost my mother to cancer, and therefore Lucille lost her "sister." She knew what a loss I felt and how I grieved for her. Even though she was grieving too, she stepped in to be my "other Mother" as I would often later refer to her. It was at this point, that Lucille was also losing her mobility. I needed a mother, she needed a daughter, and so the bond began. It had come full circle.
For 57 years now, Lucille's life and mine have been intertwined. She helped with my care as a baby, and I in turn was privileged to be able to help her when she needed me. I guess because she made me feel so loved, it made it easy to care for her. The past several years, as she and Charlie needed more help with things, I was glad to help in any way I could. She was always afraid that she was bothering me. I always assured her that she wasn't. I hope she believed that.
Lucille was a strong woman who was ahead of her time. She was well respected in the business world in a time when there were fewer business women than there are now. She was strong in spirit, and didn't let her physical struggles get her down. Most importantly, she was a strong Christian who called the names of her family each day in prayer. I watched Lucille as she rose above any obstacle that life threw at her, and she did it with such class and dignity. She taught by example.
My loss is great, but Heaven's gain is greater. I will miss the little road trips, the daily phone conversations, the trips to Sonic. I will miss calling her to get her Wal-Mart list, and then calling at least two or three more times to get the complete list, because she wouldn't give it all to me at once because she didn't want to bother me. I will miss her when the grocery ad comes out this week, she would always buy according to what was on sale. I will miss her on Thursday when I would normally go to help her get her hair ready for Gwen to comb the next day. I will miss her wheeling down the ramp to check on us when we would feed the cattle, or just waving from the kitchen window. I will miss her at church, where her spot will be empty. I will miss her this May, when we usually took our annual trip to visit the graves in Dade County to decorate them for Memorial Day. I will miss her worrying that Mark was working too hard and was wearing himself out on the farm. I will miss her saying "God Bless" every time she would leave a message on our answering machine. I will miss her telling me on a regular basis how bad the internet was.
I count it a blessing that I was able to be with her to the very end. Although she scolded me harshly for coming at such an early hour to the hospital, I think she was happy I was there.
I am so thankful that if our life is pleasing to God, as I believe Lucille's was, we will all be reunited someday in Heaven. There, where Lucille waits with my mother, her own mother, and all the rest of my family that has gone on before me-all there to welcome me Home.
I have often wondered what my life would have been like if my grandfather would have allowed his children to be separated all those years ago. I would not have known the wonderful family that I love so much. And I wouldn't have known Lucille, Thank you, Lucille, for loving me. My life was truly blessed because of you.
I love you.
Brenda (Wilson) Tucker
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