In memory of Jackie Hindman.

Mom,

In the course of the business of everyday living, I still find myself ready to pick up the phone to call and see how you are feeling or to ask if you need anything. I still find myself ready to share the events of the special days and the growth of your family. So as I sit and sip a cup of coffee on a pretty summer day as the sun breaks the sky, I tell you the stories that you so loved to hear about the lives of the people you loved. Your spirit comes on whispered winds. It speaks in the silence, feels like the beauty of the soul that only you could possess and time marches on.