Sheila Graves

I miss my dear sister in Christ. It is hard to think I can´t just call her to hear her voice, and share our thoughts. She was my mentor at the US Customs Service eons ago. She was always there when I needed a friend to help with advice. I wrote her Christmas tags so her children wouldn´t recognize her handwriting. She was organized, with all her bin´s labeled for camping. She taught me to can fruit several years ago in Medina. She made me an old fashioned bonnet, which I shall cherish. Never forget the tea party Scott made for us when packing up the Coronado house. Hugs to you Scott. Do stay in touch. My BFF... see you in heaven... hope my mansion is near yours.