You would tell me, "No Way you remember when I was born." But, sister, I do. We lived in a HOT little cottage in Pensacola, Florida where Dad was in the Navy. At some time (of course, it was a few days after the 17th), Nana / Mom and yOu got home from the hospital and you were placed on a double bed where David and I could look at you, poke you a few times and figure out what all this "girl" thing was about. You had on a pretty fancy white dress; you might not have been doing much??? The rest is history. Many moves for the three of us (eventually 4 with Maryann), many adventures (I know you hated the skiing and the boating), many houses, a fantastic boyfriend for you, 3 great children with Walt and an accomplished artist and lover of horses. You did it all; left us too early, but left us with forever love and respect for you. I will go up today to see your mother, Betty, 96, who will be saying a rosary for you. Love, Bill