So many memories, one that comes to mind are the numerous winters we would bundle up to go sledding between the houses and down the street for hours. Once done we would go into the house where Aunt Sandra always had ice cream, popcorn and pop (though we had to share a can or bottle). It may not seem like much to most, we knew we were “rich” not just in our treats but mostly because Aunt Sandra made us feel loved. We were the lucky ones. Love on with the rest in heaven.
My condolences go out to Aunt Sandra's family. Growing up his kid is always fun going camping with Uncle George and Aunt Sandra and their family sugar bottom. R i p Aunt Sandra