Joyce Tibbetts
One of my fondest memories of my Aunt Beverly is when she lived with us after first moving to Fayetteville. She lived in an apartment attached to our house which happened to also be directly underneath our playroom. Aunt Beverly was not a morning person, but as young girls my sister and I were up early playing in our playroom. We tended to get a little loud -- sometimes on purpose! -- and Aunt Beverly would come storming up the stairs to scold us. But we knew that she absolutely loved us -- just not too early in the morning!
You will be greatly missed, Aunt Beverly.