All of my memories of Barb are most treasured. My mom and Barb were best friends during my childhood and so we spent a lot of time at her house, The Village Inn and church functions together. Growing up with Nonie, visiting her in laws for a game night, having birthday parties together, being babysat by one of her sons. Barb gave me my nickname, pickle. She always said that my smile reminded her of a sweet pickle. I probably smelled of pickles too since I ate them daily. As an adult, Barb became my friend. She was an example to follow, indeed. She always knew the right thing to say, the perfect time to say it and the perfect time to listen. When I visited her church, she made sure I sat with her and Dick, because I was one of her girls. You become family instantly. And I always felt like family. We all will miss her loving hugs that no other can give. Barb, I look forward to your hugs again one day when we meet again. Until then, my friend, I will miss you and strive to walk in the footsteps you left behind. You were truly a child of God.