My memories of my cousin Anthony span our entire lifetime. Our mothers were sisters, two of the fourteen children born to our grandparents. Yet, among all the siblings, Florence Alouise (Ease) and Jessie shared a special bond, and that closeness naturally extended to their children.
Christmases, summers, and visits to New York were pure magic. I’m not sure Anthony would always say the same about the many summers when he, his mother, Natalie, and Alfred came to visit us in the rural South of Virginia—but those visits became some of our most treasured times. We sold hot dogs from the mailbox to earn money for the movies, then went to the drive-in theater with a playground where we could run free, often piled into the back of Uncle Bootsie’s pickup truck. Anthony also endured—and, I think, secretly enjoyed—the adventures with my many pets: my pony Sport, my pig Rangatang, and my dog Teddy. Whether he admitted it or not, he had a wonderful time.
Every summer visit brought us joy—unspeakable joy. As the years passed, we celebrated Anthony’s birthdays, anniversaries, retirement, and each milestone that reflected a life well lived and deeply loved.
Today, I can only imagine the reunion happening in heaven. His mother, family, and the angels are surely rejoicing as they welcome him home. And we, here on earth, will continue to love fiercely, just as Anthony did.
Prayers and enduring love to Sonia, Nicole, Brian, Grandchildren and Family.
Peaches (Alice Brown) and Family