Diane Ellison Habel
When I was growing up my Aunt Grace was like a second mother to me as I was invited to spend many a night with my cousins and my aunt. I always felt safe with my aunt because I knew she loved me as if I were one of her own children. And I can still remember her laugh when talking on the telephone with my mom for what seemed to be hours. I have no idea what they were talking or laughing about, but they are the sweet memories of my aunt which will live in my heart forever.

