Every time I think of New York, I think of you. I remember Mom, bill, and I always getting lost or leaving home late. We always would arrive in New York after 9p.m. And no matter what time it was, you always sent us out. From Pictionary to Scatagories, there are so many different things that remind me of you. Christmas was the most memorable. We always would there with you and Grandpa. We all miss you Grandma. When we meet again, try not to kick me out the house too soon. I love you.

Happy Birthday in Heaven Mom
August 8th. I wish I could sing to you.
I love and miss you everyday