Hazel was a joy to talk with. She talked about her life as a little girl, the early death of her mother, and the loss of a baby girl . Memories of a teacher who impacted her, the travels she had with Boyd ,and raising her boys.
She would light up when Luke (5) came with us. He was her entertainment when we worked. They played catch Penelope the pig, flew paper airplanes, sang songs, and she opened the same birthday bag that he put her chapstick stick and other items in, and looked surprised each time, over and over. He helped get hot water to soak her feet and would take the warm milk out of the microwave to her. If he was rambunctious, she would say, "boys will be boys," reminding him that she had three boys. We'll cherish the fond memories of our time with Hazel Liz Day