Where to start... my Aunt Irene was a beautiful person inside and out. She always made me feel loved and cared about. I use to love when my parents would take me to her house to visit because I knew I was going to get a good laugh because my Aunt Irene had a great sense of humor. When I got older and went to college I was so broke, super tired, and had a car that kept on breaking down. I remember and am thankful for her kind soul and helping me out. She use to feed me her delicious cooking when I needed a meal, she helped drive me to class when my care gave out on me, and offered me a bed to rest in when I felt sick and needed to rest. I remember each and everyone of those days and my heart is so thankful. Aunt irene I miss you. Thank you for visiting and in my dreams from time to time.