She had Alzheimers…what a nasty, nasty illness. It robs the afflicted of their memories, families and all the wonderful bits and pieces of their past life. In the end stages, it robs them of all dignity. It’s hard to watch a wonderful woman being fed, bathed, dressed like a babe, not recognizing anyone around her…sitting silently with tears running down her face, and trying to talk…and even harder to watch your Dad doing the feeding of his beloved “Bride” with such love and devotion on his face and sadness in his eyes. This photo was taken in 1991. June is holding my granddaughters and her great granddaughters ~ Alexandria and Cassie.
June raised 5 great children and was the best helpmate for my Dad…and the sweetest Step-Mom. We lived too far apart to spend much time together, but one of my fondest childhood memories of time shared with her were the Summer she taught me about canning tomatoes ~ we blew up the pressure cooker on one batch and had to clean the kitchen! I asked way too many questions ( I was a city gal), and through it all, she showed great patience in explaining all things country to me. She taught me how to make a mean Frito Salad too! June made her mark on my life and left a lot of people who will miss her greatly.