Thursday, March 12, 2009
What a treasure Aunt Marjorie was. I am saddened for myself because I will greatly miss her but rejoice that bars of bone no longer hold her soul. As one poet wrote "the doors of clay will burst wide open and the angels set my spirit free; gonna take my flight with the mighty eagles, when the hills of home start calling me." The hills are calling, fly high Aunt Marjorie. I can just see Aunt Marjorie and Aunt Velma having a great time as it was always intended to be. Without competition. I love you Aunt Marjorie. Gonna miss you for awhile but I'll see you at The House. Joe Compton
