Tuesday, November 29, 2016
I was in Aunt Nancy's first wedding. All went well until I got stung by a bee...so I'm told. I was about 5 years old and I probably made a commotion. Years later, when I needed some guidance - she let me know, in her frank and often humorous way, that there was hope after addiction. I always knew she loved me and I made sure she knew I always loved her.