Feb. 5, 1990 – May 2, 2007 Some say that a feeling holds the eyes of the soul, on loan from the stars and the wind that blows. Before you fly off into the twilight our purple dove, take a moment to smile back from the shadows of our love. All the leaves are still moving as we wipe our hearts to sing, brushed by the beauty of an angels’ wings. From all whom you’ve touched
SUSAN GLADYS ABRAHAM
