Willard Wade
My loving grandfather.
This was my mother, Juanita's, father. He was in the hospital and she was living in St Petersburg, Florida. She got the word and travelled up to Lyons to visit him. Unfortunately, on April 17, 1972, she suffered a massive heart attack while there in the hospital and passed away. My grandfather passed five days later and we had a double funeral on the following day. I was just 13 years old when this occurred. I used to love visiting my grandparents farm out in the country. My grandmother, Julia, all of my mom's sibling and a multitude of cousins and in laws would usually gather at their house for my grandfather's birthdate. I truly miss those days so long ago. I simply cannot believe that they have been gone for over 1/2 a century.
