I take this news hard. It seems as she had such grace being the sister to a very powerful Joan. She liked being in the supporting role and seemed to thrive in it. She had such a peaceful and content aura about her that I think few of us will achieve. Quiet strenght often lasts the longest.

Makes me think of the song, Give Me the Roses. Goes like this- - Give me the roses while I live, trying to move me on. Useless are flowers that we give, after the soul is gone.

After hearing this sad news, made my decision to go and see Doc and Hazel at the Delaware Valley Bluegrass Festival this coming Labor Day. One never knows.

Mimi, from one survivor to another, I know that the fight is soooo tiring sometimes. Your time has come to be at final peace.

Tearfully, Walking Eagle