Remember the time we danced in the rain on the roof? That was joy in the midst of sorrow. I am grateful the human heart has the capacity to hold both sorrow and joy, sometimes together at the same time. The future that day was uncertain, but we were happy. Your laughter is a sound I hold dear. You were the one who taught me how to love in difficult circumstances. You taught me to keep the faith. You taught me what it means to be real. I remember how cold the rain drops were that fell from the springtime sky. They hit the tin roof and made music, our own separate rhythm. I see you, and our dear Ronnie, and all our hopes and dreams reflected in the rain. And I am thankful for the love of our family and the richness of our time shared.