Now in the solitude of night, I realize how much of our family history is summed up in that tree.
A score plus four I’ve been with you;
The years have seemed but just a few.
An anniversary is a time to look back and to look ahead.
Remembering good times with the grandparents on this special day
I have never heard Him say “I love you,”
But He wrote it in a Letter, and I have it to this day,
and read it often.
We enjoy the backyard pool by day and by night.
But when I breathe my last, then I will fly...
The end and the beginning are as one....
My favorite poem and my daughter's favorite essay from her collection of writing from her senior year
A tribute to Mother