Leslie Smith Weaver
Becky, your sweet Mom was my 8th grade "Reading" teacher. I'll never forget those SRA reading plans and the encouraging presence that she had. She was the special kind of person you hope will teach your own children. And your dad was special too. He used to take me on to school in his red pickup when my own mother had to be at work early every day at Farmers and Merchants State Bank. Looking back now, I think it probably made him smile, thinking of taking his own little Becky girl to school. These are just a few of the cherished memories of your folks, which so many of us have that are now scattered across TX and beyond. You come from good people, Becky. We will miss them. Peace and comfort to you and your family, until you meet again.