I remember summers spent at Aunt Opal and Uncle George's "farm". Crossing the creek to go to church. Looking at the piglets in the pen. Playing kickball with the kids across the street. Trick or Treating up and down Bull Run Road riding on the the tailgate. Kids being kids. One of the most precious memories, as me being an adult, I have of Aunt Opal was just a couple months back. She called me one evening this past June or July, just to talk. We talked about all kinds of things for well over an hour. At the end of the conversation, we each said, "I love you" and Aunt Opal saying, "come see us some time". Love and prayers to all the families.