Wyoneen is my grandmother.  We call her Mammy.  As y'all might imagine, she was everything you could ask for in a grandmother.  She was always so sweet, comforting, and supportive.  Many of my fondest childhood memories are with Mammy.
She and Marcus (Pappy) were quite the pair.  I remember them coming to my high school football games in Ocala.  One night, our game was played in a terrible thunderstorm so they stayed in their car in the parking lot and listened to it on the radio.
Mammy was always good for some meaningful advice.  She was also a wonderful listener.  I spent many weekends at her house and she spoiled us like you wouldn't believe.  Big 'ol hamburgers for breakfast.  French fries at 11:30 PM...whatever we wanted.
I married a "yankee" from Omaha in 1993.  I will never forget the time Mammy asked my wife for a "piller" when she was visiting our house.  My wife had no idea how to interpret Mammy's southern voice.  Mammy continued to politely ask for a piller a few times until I explained to my wife that she wants a "pillow" for bed.  Fun times.
Mammy made me a better person.  I will always love her and miss her deeply.
Mike Lucas (Karen's oldest son)