Dear Diane, I first met you in 1983 after you scrapped Molly up at the bottom of Dead Man's Hill after she blew down the hill on her little bike... barefoot and in a little sunsuit and slid in the sand. It was ugly!!! We had JUST moved in around the corner, and for the next 13 years we "almost" always knew where Megan and Molly were... your house or mine. And we tightly held hands and cried, as the girls, even more tightly held hands and cried, as we sat through Stillwater's Baccalaureate when they graduated, all of us knowing the girls would be separated for college after all those years. It was brutal. All these years later, these girls are still connected to each other's souls, and your daughters and their families are all thriving. "Well done, good and faithful servant".
Diane came for a visit and we had a wonderful cousins lunch. She had just retired, plans were made for another lunch in early June when she would be back for her grand-daughters high school graduation. Unfortunately for us God had other plans. I will miss your sweet smile Diane! RIP!
Diane, somehow your hammer disappeared when Meg and i were little and building forts. You were mad and asked but we never told. We joke about it to this day. While unpacking all of the treasures we inherited from you, guess what i got? Your hammer!! Still couldnt tell you where the first one ended up! Megan???