Art Watkins
My G-Auntie. We had a different relationship. I remember when I was Little my grandparents would take me and my cousins over Eastport on Sundays. We used to ride that Aluminum sliding board that would burn your skin off. Sit around and listen to the old folks play cards. As we got older. From some reason we always ended up sitting next to each other in funerals. We used to cut up and laugh the whole time , that kept us from crying. That laugh, her voice , will always remain Golden in my soul. I know she's in a better place. Asking why yall don't have a smoking section. And who wants to play BINGO for fun. As my grandmother tells her. You don't need money up here. In Pinky Voice (This don't make no sense ) . Love you G-Auntie. 😥😥❤️
