When I think of Aunt Gail,I think of her cooking,he coconut cake,warm with a glass of cold milk.She'd make sweet potato pies that melted in your mouth. She always sent you home with something she cooked. She was so generous and caring and if anyone she knew was hungry, she'd feed them. When I think of Gail, I think of Pure Love.
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Linda, That’s a beautiful tribute! Thank you!