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)