In memory of Aunt Cathy Baucom

Rocky's yellow rose from her memorial flowers

"Everyone needs their memories...."

They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

I had the funniest dream last night about Aunt Barbara Baucom

I dreamed that we were at the lake visiting Aunt Barbara. She asked us to ride to Centerpoint with her to pick up her daughter Jennifer. So we all hopped in Big Mickey's conversion van and drove to Centerpoint. Once there, the boys and I went inside the Publix to get Freddie some dog food. When we came out, the van and Barbara were gone!

A few minutes later my cell phone rang and it was Mickey Jr. He said "Hey, mom's lost over on Acton Road, she was driving around looking for a grassy place to let Freddie out to do his business. She is a little upset and is going to go ahead and go back to Lake Martin and wants you to call your dad to come pick you up there in Centerpoint."

The truly hilarious thing about this dream? It actually could have happened in real life!

Photos from Uncle Mickey's funeral

I knew these photo negatives existed, I had looked for them for years.   I finally found them yesterday. My dad had placed them in what amounted to his saftey deposit box. (Yes, there was money in it. $2.oo dated 1963 in an old wallet with an Alabama football ticket stub.)

This was such a sad day, but I'm glad these photos exist. So many of these precious people now gone.

I was also not surprised to find Uncle Pat in some of the photos. This week, when I was telling Cameron about Uncle Pat and what he meant to our family I said "if something happened, good or bad, he was one of the first people there. And he usually brought a ham."

The Baucom family was blessed to know our Uncle Pat Rosato.

Gone but not forgotten

Bear
Uncle Charlie
Aunt Ruby
Nanny