I miss you. You still live, Mom. Everyday, inside me. I see you in my dreams. I feel you in my heart. I am you. WE are you. Because you live in us, you will never die. And I'm coming there to be with you someday, on Blue Bayou. Where the folks are fine, and the world is ours. Where we'll see all of our friends, and we can laugh again. I'm looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou. Ily