I had the great pleasure of being Helen Louise Montoya’s nephew down here on earth for 57 years. She was only 14 when I was born, needless to say she always had my back as I did hers. I will miss the shenanigans that we played on each other, but mostly I will miss her smile and hugs and occasionally getting punched in the arm. She taught me how to drive a stick shift truck and Max’s poor truck Columbus was never the same. Helen and Max were at every little league game I ever had and every horse parade my wife and I ever rode in. If there was a project going on at any of our families house we were all there, because that’s how families roll. When I got married to my wife, I think Helen and my wife liked each other better then they liked me, I always thought that was awesome the way my wife and daughter were immediately welcomed into the family.
I would imagine that my Dad and brother were at the pearly gates waiting on her and are now showing her the ropes.
I eagerly wait the day when they all are there showing me the ropes.
Vaya Con Dios my sweet Auntie.
See you again.
Danny and Mary Shackelford.