Sandra Curtin

Sandie,

It’s Saturday morning and I’m standing next to your casket. A clear, crisp spring day in early April, the dogwood blossoms mirror the white wisps of clouds overhead. The cornflower blue sky beckons me to look up and I see you running in fields of long grass and dandelions.

I remember the many vacations we spent as friends, shivering in Lake Michigan, burning marshmallows on the beach and of course, swimming in a myriad of lakes and pools—if not running and...

This for one of the greatest women I know. She made me feel loved and showed me what it was like to have a grandmother. Thanks Ms. sandie I will always love you.

our prayers are with you