Aunt Yvonne was a women that LOVED the Lord with all her heart. If you knew her you knew this without a doubt. She loved to sing and praise his name. It is because of her that I came to know Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior. She attended Gold Coast baptist church and they had a bus that would go around neighborhoods and pick up kids for church. Aunt Yvonne would take us sometimes as well.I am truly going to miss seeing her and hearing her voice. I have comfort knowing that she is with our Lord singing and rejoicing with him.
When I was a wee little one she would let me help her in the kitchen, she would also make me the prettiest dresses. Sometimes I even got to go to the Beauty Parlor with her,( that's another name for hair dresser). She made me feel special.
I thought it was really cool how she could take Tommy's medicine bottle and roll it in her hands and it would make a neat clicking sound. Took me a while to figure that one out (haha).
And that 5 gallon water dispenser she had in her kitchen, it was the best. I didn't know anyone else that had one of those, she must have been rich.
I remember quite a few BBQ's at the house on German Town Road, I remember the chicken's running around the yard and the pigs in the fence in the back, I wonder what happened to them?
We lived in the little efficiency in the back for some time. When i would come home from school i would cut through the house and stop and get a snack on the way to the back, she always had something.
When I came back to Florida I moved in with her and started dating Wes again. One of the rules she made was that if he didn't go to church on Sunday, we couldn't see each other that week. Boy did that make me mad, needless to say Wes didn't miss much church.
Sometimes Wes and I and the kids would go to her house after church on Sundays and she would cook a big afternoon dinner. She would play one of her many instruments and we would sit around and sing. I sure wish I would have inherited one of those traits.
And the stories she would tell, If you knew her I don't have to tell you. One of my favorites stories is when she was little and the doctor would come to the house. Every time the doctor left there was a baby in the house, she just knew the doctor had a baby in his black bag.
Patty talked often of the dog Peanut Butter, it apparently liked clowns. He took Patty's and it was never to be seen again, she was devastated by that, she talked about that often.
What a celebration they must be having in heaven. I love you Aunt Yvonne, Thank You for being my other mother.
