May God bless you and your...
Augusta and Family
When you awake in the morning's hush, I am the swift up-flinging rush, of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft star shining at night. So nor stand at my grave and cry...I am nor there. I did not die. Just look in the mirror I am always here.
Florence Buford
October 22, 2013 | Mobile, AL