My memories of Ava go back so far, from her being a baby, to her growing up, and becoming a mother herself. Ava loved life LARGE. She did everything with a passion. Her creativity was shown in all the beautiful things she created. Her passion for creating things was phenominal. I loved seeing the things she made, from almost nothing. I loved going to thrift stores with her, and enjoyed seeing her happy about the things she came across. He love for the beach was relintless. I know if she could have, she would have lived right on the beach. That was her happiest moments, besides her children and her grandchildren. So many memories.

I remember so many times when we would just go for rides, with the kids, and talk about how we would buy a big house, and everybody would live in it together, and of course on the beach.. :) *smile* funny how those things never did come true.

Nights, I would hear my phone ring, and it was her calling me from PA, to just talk, because she'd had a couple too many (bless her heart) telling me how much she missed me, and she didn't have a clue how much I missed her. Sure hated it when she decided to move up there, but happy she was getting help. I was overjoyed when she moved back home. It was hard leaving her behind to come to Texas. Talked as often as we could, even though. I tried to get her to move here, but her words were, "I'm not gonna  move out there, cause it's too far from one town to another, " :) ain't nothin but baron land in between." :) funny..

She did so  many good things for people, so many I can't remember all of them. Ava had such a good heart, and loved everybody. She had her ups and downs, and blips in her life, but all in all, she did her best. She worked hard for her children to give them things they didn't have, and worked hard for herself. Always starting from scratch when she didn't have anything left, and wanted to start over. She did it too. From the bottom up. I was so proud of her.