May God bless you and your...
Peter,
I thought we'd all be going to the mountain top this summer.
Will you already be there when we reach the top? Will the sun be your bright smile? The breeze we feel, will that be you touching us? The sounds we hear, will that be you playing music for us?
It really doesn't matter where we are, because you will always be there with us. You are: us!!!
We'll miss you always!
Love,
Gail, John (henry belisle) and Sonya (daddy's girl)
Gail Jordan
February 26, 2004 | Fall River, MA


