Jan. 30, 1932 – Jan. 24, 2000 Dear Naomi: A rose once grew where all could see, sheltered beside a garden wall. And as the days passed swiftly by, it spread its branches, straight and tall. One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide. The rose bent gently toward its warmth, then passed beyond to the other side. Now, you who deeply feel its loss, be comforted – the rose blooms there – its beauty even greater now, nurtured by God’s own loving care. With love always, Sam, the kids, and your many friends
NAOMI J. STORMANN
