In Loving Memory Of ELAINE F. WAGGONER May 29, 1927 – Feb. 14, 2005 Mom, You are a thousand winds that blow. You are the diamond sparkles on the snow. You are the sunlight on ripened grain. You are the gentle touch of autumn rain. You are the soft stars that shine at night. You are the swift rush of birds in flight. We don’t think of you as gone, cause you’re with us still in each new dawn. Deeply missed, Karan and Kay

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