Lowan White
Uncle A, B, was arrived to my mom’s sister, when I was nine, my mother became ill with cancer n spent the next two years in hospitals in Memphis . My father worked nights in a factory and on our farm during the day which left him little time for rest and traveling to hospital daily to see my mother. During those two years I lived with my Aunt Dorothy and Uncle A. b. And they loved and took care of me as their own. They were the two most godly influences in my life other than my mother. I continued to spend summers with them aft my mothers remission. I remember Uncle A.B.’s bone crushing hugs and kisses on my cheeks every time I saw him but my most favorite memory if of him in his chair studding his bible for hours each day. He fought the good fight and finished the race and I have no fought he heard “We’ll dine my good and faithful servant!” I look forward to that sweet homecoming myself and seeing them both again!LoWan White