My Aunt Patty and Uncle Steve...

My Mom grew up with 1 sibling.  A sister named Patricia.  All growing up, I remember many Sunday afternoons spent at my grandparent's home that my Mom and her sister grew up in, eating together, throwing the baseball with my brothers and my cousin and my grandfather, or playing basketball in the yard.  My grandfather passed away on Good Friday in 1995 and my Nana also went to be with Jesus about 10 years later.  But, I'll always remember with fondness growing surrounded by the love of my parents and grandparents and my Aunt Patty and Uncle Steve.  I

Uncle Steve is a car buff and I have learned so much from him about classic cars.  I appreciate his outlook on things and his wisdom.  My Aunt Patty is consistently the most considerate and thoughtful person I have ever met!  You all have been there for me more times than I could ever recount or repay.  Thank you for everything, Aunt Patty and Uncle Steve!  We will miss you!