Wilma E. Flavin

Barbara & Family
I never met your mom Barbara but if she was anything like you then you can be sure she is and Angel now enjoying her reunion with all her loved one's before her.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have...