Diana Arthur Hale
Aunt Tommie was soft spoken to me, wife of nephew Jim Hale. She and Uncle Don picked me up at the airport when I flew in before Jim on one occasion. It was a nice ride home (to Miami). I remember us talking about summers and laying back in the grass and naming the shapes we saw formed by the clouds overhead. You and Uncle Don will always be remembered by me. We had hoped to stop by as we moved across country to our new home in Lenoir, NC, but Jim was a little antsy and wanted to beat the POD there. I love you. My Daddy died this year also; I believe you met him years ago with Uncle Ramon when Daddy was retracing the path our great-great and 3rd greatgrandparents took from Missouri down to Robertson county, Texas. You have probably met him for you by now, but I know heaven is a huge place - and thought or think - everyone knows everyone there in the presence of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
