This may look like just a house - but inside was a Home, always filled with light and love because it was built on the foundation of putting God first and foremost in your life and above everything else. Aunt Marge's kitchen was filled with joy and laughter for countless years (and of late too many tears with the loss of Van then Uncle Eustace and now you Aunty) but I remember the aroma of delicious foods (freshly baked breads, scalloped potatoes, etc) -- all made from Aunty's heart, with all her love and from the sweetest hands. These memories of our visit with live on in my heart. Rest in sweet peace dear Aunt Marge - thank you for loving me.