Steve Batsford
Always in Our Hearts
Whenever I think back to the old days—visiting my grandparents—
Mary Jo is always part of those memories. She wasn’t just a friend; she was like family. My Aunt Wendy, my sister Vicki, and Mary Jo were inseparable, like the three musketeers, always together, sharing laughter and experiences that shaped their bond.
Mary Jo lived just a few houses down from Wendy, always nearby. If I saw my Aunt Wendy, I knew Mary Jo and my sister wouldn’t be far behind. Their connection was strong, their presence a familiar and constant part of those times.
Mary Jo remains in our thoughts, remembered in the stories we share and the moments that shaped our past.
Steve Batsford