In Loving Memory Of My Mother L. JEAN BUTTERFIELD Feb. 5, 1935 – Feb. 28, 2006 It has been the hardest year of my life without my mom. I miss our two-hour conversations on the phone. When I was having a difficult time she always had a way of making things seem like they would be o.k. I miss our long rides. I’d call and say “Do you want to go for a ride?” and she would say, “I thought you would never ask.” It was mom’s way of saying “Let’s go.” When mom was sick and didn’t have the energy to get dressed, we would put her coat over her nightgown. And she would say, “A 100 years from now who’s going to know and who’s going to care and off we would go for our ride. It’s the little things I miss. She always told me to take time and smell the roses. I wish I had listened. I miss my mom with all my heart. Love, Sherry
L. JEAN BUTTERFIELD
