Barbara Cochrane

It has been four years since your passing and one should be able to come up with something unique to say other than I miss you more every day. But spring is here and things beginning to to bloom bringing hope for the season ahead. Primarily just a note to let you know that we all have not forgotten you. With all my love; Frank

I always think of you when I'm cooking, mom. Especially when I'm looking in the larder and deciding what those ingredients can make. You could always make a great meal with whatever was on hand. Miss you. Love you.

Mom every time I hear a red winged blackbird song I think of you. I have been seeing them almost every day spring is here but there was snow on the ground on your birthday.

Thinking of you, Mom. And watching for your flowers to start blooming. Miss you.

Hi Mom! Mr. Robin is singing his song this morning. The crocus are blooming and it is SPRING! Love you lots! Kiva

Spring always makes me think of you. Grape hyacinth and crocus, irises and snapdragons. You taught me how to make snapdragons talk ... Each color had a nationality. Thanks for sharing your love of nature with me.

Dear Barb (Mom) While I was searching our picture file I found this picture of you modeling a native costume. It reminded me of how much we enjoyed each other during our many trips. You were a great companion and you played a major role in making each excursion enjoyable. It makes me realize how much I miss you, or perhaps how much I relied on you for instigation and encouragement. Thank you so very much for the person that you were.

Barbara loved fabric, particularly hand woven fabric. This picture was taken in Central America where the vendor was featuring fabric woven on a backstrap loom.