ML,
I teared up when reading your poem. That is one of the most moving tributes I've ever been privileged to read. Thank you for sharing and I wish you all the best. <<<<<ML>>>>>
Ann
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
"It's Dean Cain, Grandpa. He lives in our chair."
G.R.I.P.E.S
