As the northern day draws toward midnight, cool and breezy even in Florida, on this first day of December, my brother Doug in Denver, writes of our sister on what would have been her eighty-sixth birthday.
He wrote:
Your birthday brings back memories.
As I look up to the sky above the
Rocky Mountains
I hear your voice in the wind.
You will always live inside of me.
I will always miss you.
Doug
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