I wrote this letter to my boys the day after the funeral for my grandmother, my mother’s mother, laid to rest in a cemetery across the road from her house in McMillan, in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
I read your beautiful story to my hubby. He knew your grandma! Bunk Kirby was her neighbor. And and you know, Randy and I Iived in McMillan. So sad to lose that loving history. Hugs galore… ❤️❤️❤️
Omgosh I did not know that!!! And I remember hearing the name Bunk!! Who could forget a name like that. This is amazing to me. I’ll message you! I would love to hear more. ❤️
I read your beautiful story to my hubby. He knew your grandma! Bunk Kirby was her neighbor. And and you know, Randy and I Iived in McMillan. So sad to lose that loving history. Hugs galore… ❤️❤️❤️
Omgosh I did not know that!!! And I remember hearing the name Bunk!! Who could forget a name like that. This is amazing to me. I’ll message you! I would love to hear more. ❤️