Dearest Michael, Maryann & Families Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks;she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from & nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space, not even death!
