Shayne, it's so hard to believe you're gone from this life. There are so many memories of us growing up from Bible School to the swing set Grandpa built, to walking to Saturday matinees followed by a Malt Shop burger, playing at the front yard picnic table, picking cherries from our tree, etc. But one of the most vivid was when we had measles when we were in 1st and 2nd grade, or maybe 2nd and 3rd grade. Anyway, we couldn't go to the Dept Store to see Santa Claus. No worries though, we were so excited to see Santa land in a helicopter in our front yard. Wow!
I met your future husband a few short years later when I was 12 and he was a Missionary assigned to Farmington, MO. He hadn't met you yet,
but did a couple of years later when he returned after his mission and you were visiting Dad. You were the prettiest girl within several country miles and he was smitten, as were you with him. Through ups and downs, heartaches and joys, good times and bad, it lasted 60 years, 80% of your life.
Shayne, I love you. You will be sorely missed. Love, your sister, Charlotte. RIP in your heavenly home free from pain. Condolences to Frank, Frank !!!, and the rest of your family.
