Friday, May 6, 2011
I will never forget Barbara coming over to get me in Brownsville, Texas in the middle of the night when I was a lost, undone, and on drugs,teenager of 17 years old. She piled her 6 children in her station wagon, while all in their pajamas;drove all the way to Boca Chica from Bay View,stood at the door of the house I was in,and called my name over and over again until I came out of the the dark where I was hiding. I was praying she would leave without me.But she never did. Even though I was no real relation, she took me under her wing as one of her own, and always treated me as such. She was never unkind to me in any way.She took it upon herself to love and care for me when I was not even able to love and care for myself.Thank-you Miss Barbara. There is rest for the weary in Heaven. Rest in Peace. Special condolences to Chuck, and Jan, Terry and Kim, Daryl, and Tommy, grandchildren and great grand children…And of course her loving and adoring hushand Milt…
