To the worlds GREATEST aunt. ever!

Dearest Kathy,
To all the tears of joy,
To all of the tears of sadness,
To all the tears of Laughter,
None is more painful than the tears of departure.

I would like to thank you for all of life's blessings that you have given me. From the moment I was born until your final breath of life. You have been an example to me that will never be taken for granted. You lifted me up when I was down and reminded me of the joys of life. I can't believe this day has come when you leave this earth and join another. Simple or complex words cannot explain the sadness and pain I feel in my heart to have you gone, but I know that my tears are selfish because you are where you are suppose to be and I will one day join you along with our many family members. For death is not the end but only a beginning we just need to be worthy of it.

The page is turning and I must live the rest of my life with only the memories that I have of you. Not a day will go by that I won't think of you.
There is so much more my heart would love say but I do not have to words that will take my pain away.


I am so extremely grateful for the gospel and peace that it brings. For when our loved ones pass away we have the knowledge that we can reunite again. I look forward to that day with eager arms and to feel that loving embrace.

In loving memory, December 13, 2011.

Here is quote from Mr. Magoriums Wonder Emporium. Magorium is talking to Molly Mahoney about something that has come very close to me very recently......

Mr. Edward Magorium: When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.

[pause, walks over to Molly]

Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."

Molly Mahoney: [starting to sob] I love you.

Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too.

[picks Molly up, sighs heavily]

Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

Molly Mahoney: Are you dying?

Mr. Edward Magorium: Light bulbs die, my sweet. I will depart.