Ellen Adams Hopkins

Dear Tammie,
I am so sorry to hear about your grandmother. I know how much she meant to you...we have had many talks about the special relationship the two of you shared. Always remembers that God is in control and he makes no mistakes. She is now at home in heaven with him. Please call me if you need anything. God Bless,

Jenifer, you are love by all of us.
God bless you and your family!!!!!

The trayline team

Warm Summer Sun

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.

Tammie
I was saddened to learn of your loss from two of your former co-workers. May the comfort of your memories help to restore and soothe your soul.

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may...

Nature

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently,...

Music, when soft voices die

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Poetry Foundation

March 17,2009
Dianne and Bobby our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this time.Your Mother was a dear friend and co worker of mine for many years. We will keep you and your family in our thoughts and prayers.
God Bless,
Carrie Kennedy Radden & Barbara Kennedy Geiger