May God bless you and your...
Last night, as I sat outside on a bench at my back door, a cool breeze wrapped around my legs and sent a chill to my spine. Instead of seeking the warmth of the shelter inside, I sat peering into the night sky as the wind made its way through the branches above me. I thought about many things, but mostly the beauty of who Pat was, where her journey had taken her and wondered if she was somehow with Duane and Brenda, her arms wrapped tightly around them in comfort. Was she with her dear...
marge hopkins
November 24, 2015 | Allentown, PA



