I’d like to share some memories of my Aunt Kay, her mom, dad and brothers. Her dad, my dziadek, polishing shoes on the back step every Saturday so they would be shiny for church. Her mom, my baba, could grow flowers no matter how many rocks were in her clay soil. Her brother Tony, my dad, could fix anything and had such a soft heart he would go out in the most horrible winter nights to fix a furnace. Joe with his gentle smile captured the most amazing sites on slides that would fascinate us as kids. Andy who would make you feel so welcome and had you laughing before you got your coat off. Now Aunty Kay, she was a lady just like her mom. When she would visit she would spend time with everyone, she would always be interested in what you were doing and give such wonderful hugs. And her smile, she had baba’s smile, a smile that would make you feel loved. An amazing family with children, grandchildren and great grandchildren who love them dearly.##imported-begin##Donna Downie Kucharczyn##imported-end##