Diania always had muchness.  She did nothing halfway, even when it came to Oreos.  She would lick the insides out, carefully place the empty, spit-filled halves back together, and return the cookies to the package.  I believe this began before she even turned 5.  I know it is my earliest memory of the Oreo cookie.  Diania just went for the most muchness out of everything.  How can anyone who was so there be gone?  She didn't bother with the burger, she drank the ketchup right from the bottle.  And who needed the toast when there was butter that had so much more flavor?  And who would want a plain old chocolate cake when they could have a green one with blue frosting? 

She made several trips to England.  Met and married David after long trips to Colorado.  A conversation with Diania was never boring.  "Are we gonna have fun now?" summed up her life.  I miss Diania more than I ever dreamed possible.

Mary

THE BROKEN CHAIN

We little knew the day that

God was going to call your name,

In life we loved you dearly,

in death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you,

but in God we put our trust,

In times as difficult as this,

faith is such a must.

You left us peaceful memories,

your love is still our guide,

And though we cannot see you,

you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,

and nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one,

the chain will link again.

--Ron Tranmer