The closeness you shared in your youth with my mother Mabel continued throughput your life and impacted my life as a result. Your marriage to my father’s friend, Wayne Priestley, both in the Air Force at the time, further tightened the bond. You helped save my mother’s life at ten years of age and she13, when the car you were both were riding in rolled over into a ditch pinning Mabel beneath. Miles from nowhere, you ran some two plus miles through farm, cactus, and thorn fields to the family home for help. Your life was dedicated to your family leaving behind positive results in the quality of character both sons portray. With Wayne you traveled many miles visiting and exploring what the world had to offer. Clearly you and Uncle Wayne were in unison in family and endeavors. You were interesting, educated, humorous, kind, loving, petite but strong, forgiving, tactful, quietly tenacious and loving. Both in your senior years you convinced Mabel to move halfway across the country to Yuma when she was 87 to be closer to you once again. Such a bond and lifelong attachment to my mother played out to it’s final destination. Together again with your intimate family and your birth family I can only imagine the joy you are experiencing, I will miss your presence and cherish your time here.
Love you.
Sandra