Andrew and Lindsay and families,
Know that you are in our thoughts and prayers as you say goodbye to you Mom on Monday, we will unfortunately be out of town and will not be able to attend.
May you find comfort in your memories surrounded by the love of your family and friends.
“Your Mother” Author Unknown
Your Mother is always with you.
She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She’s the smell of certain foods you remember,
Flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.
She’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well.
She’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day.
She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,
The colors of a rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she’s crystallized in every tear drop.
She’s the map you follow with every step you take.
She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
Nothing on earth can separate you.
Not time, not space … Not even death!
