She always could evoke a laugh or smile - joust like a knight of olde - bring to us words of wisdom from books we didn't take the time to read - inspire and delight us, always.
Our memories of her will spread like ripples on a pond from a stone cast into it.
All the good things she gave to us we will pass on to others in like manner, those good things joined flowing on in the River of Life!
(No, dear Angelique, SierraWasp and I did NOT call you pond scum..:)))
We will fling kisses toward you in heaven that will show up as stars in the sky - and seeing them, always be reminded of you ~ ~ ~ here are my first ones ~ ~
