Wendy Jones
Kathy was a good lady. My moms good friend and neighbor. I was 2 years old when I passed out dying in a convulsion. 1984/85, my mom panics and runs outside screaming for help. Kathy took off running on foot about 4 homes away to see what was wrong. She knew it was me. She wet my face and brought me back and put me in moms car and told my mom she would call my dad and for her to just get me to the hospital. She locked up moms house and called my dads work. She was there for my mom and me. I did die once at the hospital but one dr didnt give up and brought me back. My mom was appreciative of Kathy till the day my mom died 2 years ago, saying I may not have lived if not for her and then for that one dr. She was a sweet good lady, always doing the right thing when she could. Wish I had known her in my adult years.