Rhonda
Irene was more than just a neighbor . . . she was family to us. Whether with intention or not, she always showered us with love and warmth that one could only feel from a mother/grandmother. She was kind to a fault . . . I never heard her say an ill-word about anyone. She was loving . . . with a genuine heart. Honest as the day is long. And, she was compassionate, loyal, trustworthy, and . . . she was the person you went to, who never had to say a word, never pried into anything, yet the one person you felt secure with when the world was treating you badly. Just sitting on the porch with her . . . brought peace and calmness. When I was little, she always bought me a Christmas present, which always had a "Little Golden Book;" she no doubt instilled my love for reading. The world is far less brighter without her! Thank you, Irene, for a lifetime of love you gave to each of us.