Her laugh, her whistle, her spirit. I live in her and she in me. She was a gift that God called back to his home too soon. Because of her, I can be me - the me she inspired me to become. The me she raised as a strong woman. Even when she had nothing, she had something to give to others. My garden is for you - bringing the red cardinals and beautiful butterflies. I believe her marker says "Rest in God's Loving Care". I say - "Party up Nancy. You earned it. You had one hell of a journey".