I remember the warm summer nights when we would stay out on the lake fishing for perch or trolling for walleye until the setting sun signaled that it was time to go home. As you rowed George & I home in the fading daylight, the 3 of us would see a light in the picture window facing the lake, and know that Mom was home thinking of us.

We can’t make this journey with you, but we light this candle so you know that George & I are home, thinking of you and Mom.

We love you and miss you.