When I was in elementary school, Becky was my babysitter for several years.  In fact, I went to the same school as her daughter Eva. I lost touch with the family when they moved to San Angelo.  I never forgot about them. My dad would go out of town on business and I would stay the week with them sometimes.  I always remembered what a great cook she was and enjoyed playing with the girls as I was a only child. They took me to church with them and even after they moved, I still went to the same church.  My heart is heavy as I was always hoping to reconnect with her someday.  Her family meant more to me than they ever knew.