8 months tomorrow mommy - I miss you so much.  Doesn't feel right to start of New Year and not have the ability to talk with you.  You'd be planning a trip to Hilton Head right about now.  Xmas was wonderful with Tish and the family.  You'd be so proud of Liam, mom!  I love you mom, you are truly forever missed. 

Although many years have passed since our graduation days on the "rock" our bonds never broke .  You left in 60 and I in 61 -- WOW!  Then I saw you again at the last reunion in Aruba, after 48  years, and it was though never a day had passed since we last spoke.  Even though your life has taken many paths over those years, as mine has,  there we were again -- FRIENDS - - saying hi.  Mo thanks for the laughs, the smiles, and most of all your friendship.  I know you are in a better place and looking at all those that have crossed your path with a smile on your face.  God has blessed me with having you as a life long friend; you are missed.

Carl W. Beyer 

written by Babs........uploaded by Tish Bell

I couldn't sleep tonight because I couldn't stop thinking of Mo and all our conversations we have had in the past year and our childhood "antics" we did during our years in Aruba. I thought about my husband's funeral when my youngest daughter Ashley went to the front of the church to talk about her dad. She opened with this story which describes it all.
   There once was a Rabbi...who was speaking at the death of someone in his congregation. While he was speaking he mentioned the date the person was born and the date the person died.The Rabbi continued...If you look on the headstones in a cemetery, you"ll see a persons birth date, and their death date. As important as these dates are, they are insignificant compared to the dash that lies between these two numbers. For it is the dash that is the life led.
Mo's Dash was a memorable one. She loved her growing up years in Aruba and her many friends. During our many long talks this past year she would go on and on about all the fun times we all had during our sports days....our travels to Curacao and Porta Rico to compete with others that were very unknown to us but we came away with lasting friendships. We told stories about the loves we had there and who was the best kisser or dancer. She would tell me about her college days and then about many events of raising her girls. She was so proud of Meg and Patricia. They were her biggest accomplishment she said. She would brag about all their journeys  and why they chose the paths they took in life. When she spoke about her grandkids her voice would have so much joy in it. The last trip she took was to see her granddaughter perform and what a joy to her it was. She told me she met her "soul mate" aboard a ship. She said Chet was the kindest and most loving man she had ever known. She showed me that it is possible to love again and not to be afraid to do so. She told me that if she had not met Chet and if he had not been so persistent she would not have known the happiness he had given her. She said he was so giving and loved her so much it made her feel like they were two people but with one soul that they shared. When I met Chet I knew he was a special person but Mo defined him so much better. They shared some wonderful times the eleven years they had been together and she cherished every single one of them.
    I miss her so much but I thank God I had this past year with her so we could share our dashes with each other. I plan to share some of the same things I have said here with Chet.
Love you my friends,
Babs