This precious lady came into our lives when Uncle Perry married her. She then became Aunt Betty Jo, and we all loved her dearly. Virgil and I had the privilege of spending the weekend with them several years ago at a church convention. We laughed with them the whole time. Aunt Betty Jo and I decided our new names would be “ Lucy and Ethel” after that trip. I spent a couple hours with her in the rehab recently. Although she couldn’t speak, I knew she loved me and appreciated the visit. I saw her one last time in Hospice, but I choose to remember her laughing and joking and calling me Lucy. I just know that Uncle Perry was there to meet her in heaven.
My life is richer because of my “ Ethel”.