"Memaw," the name I gave to her when I was a little girl over 30 years ago, and whom many others came to call her and know her by as time passed, was a very strong-willed woman who loved her Lord and her family. She always loved receiving my phone calls, letters, and the numerous pictures of me and my daughters (Gwenyth, age 4, and Keevi, age 2) that I mailed to her. When I remember Memaw, I recall many of the times I spent the afternoons after school with her while my parents worked. I remember the times I rode in the back of the big green van sitting on a paint can as Granddad drove Memaw and me around. I remember the many, many times I listened and danced to Charlie Pride playing on the record player in her dining room. And I'll never forget that white Christmas tree with the silver icicles that she put up every year in her house for the longest time. I remember the long walks we'd take to the park, often with the other children Memaw babysat. I remember so many of the times I played in her back yard swinging on the swings, hunting Easter eggs, playing with her shaggy black dog named Charlie, and even running out to the corner of the back fence to look at the fake flowers she had planted in the old white toilet sitting out there. *smile* Then there was the Grayhound bus trip (which was my very first bus trip ever) that just she and I took together to visit one of her sisters ("Auntie Pat"). Memaw was always part of my birthday parties, school and church programs, graduations, and wedding. She always made it a point to call me on special days and/or send some sort of gift in the mail, or have someone else do it for her when she was no longer able to do it herself due to age and illness. She did the same for my girls, as well as for her other grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She made sure that we knew she loved and cared for us in her own special ways. Memaw had many happy years with us. The visitation at Restland last night (Sunday, December 26th) occurred on what would have been her 83rd birthday. These last few years took their toll on her at times as she battled poor health, illness, and hospitalization. No longer is she suffering. Memaw was my last living grandparent, as I've already attended my maternal grandmother's and both grandfathers' funerals over the years. I know I speak for all of the family when I say that Memaw will be greatly missed. We love you, Memaw!!!