This picture was taken in at Dan and Cathy's wedding.

The following poem is one Mother sent to me which she dearly loved. It would have been nice to have read this at her funeral.
But at least I can share it here, in memory as her message to us now:

A Native American Prayer Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on riped grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave at cry, I am not there, I did not die. from Among the Heroes, memorials at Shanksville, PA for 9-11 Written by Mary Elizabeth Frye, November 13, 1905 – September 15, 2004 (same year my mother died!)