In loving memory of Molly Beach Weinman.

How we wish the golden light of the morning sun would illuminate your face and cascade back to a time when rainbows meant unity instead of memory.

Sloan is soon to walk across the stage keeping every promise made of her successes. With pride, we witness her as you do from the clouds, holding her heart in your hands.

Oh how we miss you, our Molly, our sunshine.

Love,

Emily, Banker, Sloan,

Mom and Dad