How much I love you I can't say:
It's more than words can hold.
You're all at once my rich, red clay,
My potter and my mold.
Yours the words that shaped my voice,
The spirit within mine.
Yours the will that shaped my choice,
My fortune, and my sign.
How lucky I was to have had you
At the core of me!
Wise and good, you always knew
Just what I could be.
And so I came to be someone
Whom I could be proud of.
For this I give my swollen sum
Of gratitude and love.
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| Mission Farewell to London, England, 10/27/1997 |
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Flowers I sent to my parents on my birthday March 1998
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| July 7, 1998 |
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| At Susan's cabin July 25, 1906 |
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| Mom and Grandma McRae at Henry's Lake Aug 1991 |
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| Mom and Dad January 2005 |
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Graduation Day Aug 1982
Master of Education |
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Grandma reading to her grandkids, Kate and Kevin
October 9, 1991 |
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Picnic with Grandma
August 3, 1999 |
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| July 22, 1999 |
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Christmas in London
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In the mountains
August 2000 |
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Sacred Grove, Easter Sunday
April 11, 2004
Love you
Mom!! |
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