Friday, April 1, 2011
Please accept my sympathy on the loss of Mrs. Jones. Even though I know she is home with her Lord, I find myself melancholy. As a child, she taught me which side of the road to walk on, love of pets, the importance of Sunday School and much more. I remember when she told my mom about Bob's new wife, she was both pleased and proud. She explained to me that her grandaughter was named Gweneth, and I was Gwendolyn, but that we would both be called Gwen. As a young adult, she gently informed me that Brutus the cat had died and she had buried him in the pet cemetary (of course I did not tell her my true feelings about that cat). Mrs. Jones was a lady and a teacher, as well as the matriarch of the Jones family. Sincere condolences. Gwen