We are so sorry for your loss and will keep your family in our prayers. Would like to share a beautiful poem with you. May you find peace with the memories you have created with your wife and mother. Louis and Deb
Your Mother is....
She is the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street.
She is the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore.
She is the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well.
She is 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 the rainbow.
She is Christmas morning.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter.
And she is crystallized in every teardrop.
A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow...
And all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.
She's the place you came from, your first home.
And she is the map you follow with every step you take.
She is your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy.
But nothing on earth can separate you...
Not time, not space.. not even death.
