it is hard to believe that a year has passed since Mike left us. I must apologize that I have procrastinated since this date was brought to my attention. I still recall your last visit here in Ontario with us as we sat & enjoyed our game of "Bump" on the bump board, made by Ed with thanks to Mikes instructions.   Not to forget the wee (being the operative word} of a wee lilac bush planted by Mike out back of our back deck. Like Mike it has grown ever so tall which would have left Mike ever so small beside it. That being said I wish to share a favourite poem of mine that goes on about a butterfly.  Although a couple of years ago we had so many butterflies attracted to it that even my camera could not do it justice.                                                                               "BUTTERFLY LIGHTS"                                                                                                                                        A butterfly lights beside us like a sunbeam  And for a brief moment Its beauty & glory belong to our world   But then it flies on again.   And though we wished it could have stayed We feel so lucky to have seen it. Our love for you is not written on paper For paper can be erased.Nor is it etched in stone  For stone can be broken  But our love for you is inscribed on our hearts  Where it shall remain forever. Love always, your cousin Verna Mae M.                                                                                                                           "reCaptcha"