Kristopher Harvill
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my grandmommy. There was not a mean bone in her body and nobody was left without a fond memory of being in her presence. I can still remember from the age 4-5 when we would take our daily drive from home to pick up my grandpa from the Kmart parking lot where he would catch the bus to and from work everyday and while we were waiting we would play our game “count the cars”. Every Sunday morning on the way to Sunday school we had another game that we would play called “I’ll take that house” . She was always there for myself and the rest of the kids and I will always remember her as a angel!!!