Mother is now a memory…a very special memory that's a perpetual treasure, and all stored in our own gigantic treasure chests. All there for us to enjoy, to dwell and to relish in that specific moment when this happened or that happened. Enough for us to cherish the remaining days of our lives and a lesson that teaches us to pass not only these, but our own memories, down to our children.
An old Irish epitaph reads, “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal.” With precious memories of Mother now locked away, heartaches are no longer. - - - Son, Frank X. "Jerry" Weaver, Jr. and wife, Peggy