May God bless you and your...
Dear "Grandmother". I mean Mother. Your voice still sounds. Your guiding words still profound. Your strong heart still nests within my soul. Your eyes always telling. Your mind always pressing. Your opinions always understanding. Your soul always free. Your proud, your stern, your stubborn, your proud of all your family. your always holding me near you... caring for me like a son. Maybe like the son, my father, we lost too soon. YOUR VOICE STILL SOUNDS WITHIN ALL OF US AND WE CARRY YOUR...
Dr. Rory Panepinto
December 15, 2005 | Metaire, LA