I still remember the two days i met my aunt Pam. My dad and mom divorced when I was a baby, but my dad would visit me every now and then. I met her only twice growing up and a few times as an adult mostly at Christmas or something family oriented. My dad brought me over my cousins house for her birthday party. My aunt Pam introduced herself and said Hi im your aunt Pam. I was always shocked at how she and grandma Gwen looked exactly alike. Grandma gwen would always call me baby and hug me and was kind and gentle and sent me letters and aunt Pam had the same personality but the barr i guess stubbornness. My aunt Pam asked me if i wanted to have my hair French braided and i said yes. She did my first ever french braid. My mom usually did the one in the back and my granny J liked pigtail braids i think. Then we gad the party. The girls and i played. I don't remember much except it was my first slumber party i think with my cousins on the barr side. They got me hooked on Ice Ice Baby. It still stuck to my head after all these years. My aunt Pam was kind. She dressed sometimes like grandma Gwen unless im getting it mixed up and it's gwen im remembering. The last time i got to talk to her was in october. She always had a gentle. I don't approve of the actions she was doing toward grandma Mary as well that was grandma mary and helped raise her and my dad and others i think along with grandma Gwen. But i understand it more than others think in a way too this fight over papa franks. It's our Barr heritage.anyway. she was very the person to go to when you needed something organized like grandma Gwen funeral for example. I hope i didn't offend anyone. It was not my intention. I know she loved her girls and supported them in all that they do including helping take care of the horses and stuff i was told at grandma Gwen funeral. The other time that i met Pam and my aunt terry and uncle Scottie and my dad was the first time i met grandma Gwen i think at grandma gwens trailer. I remember her being supportive of grandma Gwen and i remember she um loved her brother my dad and i don't know how much involvement she had in Bobby's life. Im his half sister. Anyway i hope this helps for tomorrow's memory. I know i didn't get to grow up with my barr side and yall knew me more through papa frank and grandma gwen than growing up. She also allowed my dad to let me meet my cousin cheryl, one of her dauthers with bobby my first or second time meeting him and i am greatful for her allowing me to meet her. I remember papa Frank's funeral where a picture was shared. I still remember it. It had all the cousins and bobby and i think she like took the pictute. I remember the CD and the music she allowed to be played. I know we will miss her especially the girls. But i learner by my granny J and daddy dying the same year that you just take each day one at a time and over time their deaths get better. You still remember the memories so they never fade from your heart. But most i miss over time is their advice. My granny J called it Im going Home amanda. And thats where they are at. My dad. My granny J. My grandma Gwen. Papa Frank. Papa Odis. And now my aunt pam and i hope she said i love you to my dad and everyone for us and knows we will miss her. Shes so much like grandma gwen. And thank you Pam and papa frank and anyone else who took credit that no matter the distance i was still like family to you. I better go. Sorry for my long paragraphs. I can read the Shepherd Prayer tomorrow or anything else you would like for me to do. I did that for my granmy J. It was hard but i was able to do it easier than the public speaking. My granny J wanted me to do it so i did. I don't know if i could sing or whatever musical. I don't care about original pictures. I care only about having copies of their life with me. With my dad. My granny liked genealogy so ive done this too. Anyway. Im sorry. I suck at this kind of stuff I learned to deal with death by crying until the funeral and then stop all crying and let the grief go once the funeral is over. That helps too by the way. We do things in honor of their memory. Like for example kiddo.