

I lost a kind and loving cousin this past week. Brinda Thompson will be remembered by us all. The days we ran and played outside Grandma Harvey's house. The little troubles we got into. As we grow older she married, and became a great cook, and very artistic. When I got married, she made my wedding cake. It was beautiful, and a gift out of her on heart. She also decorated my reception table, then went back home to get ready for the wedding she had worked all day to make special. It snowed, and snowed and snowed. The most any had seen in years, so much so that she was unable to drive back to Woodruff to attend the ceremony that evening. I so wish she could have been there. We barely made it there ourselves.
Brinda moved away shortly there after, and we didn't see each other for many years. Now she is with her Mom and Dad, and my Mom and Dad. I know they have so much to catch up on. God bless a beautiful lady.





















