I remember going over to your house and exercising with your mom and Colette. She would sit in her wheelchair and move her arms as we bounced around to Richard Simmon's "Sweatin to the oldies." I never knew your mom in good health, I wish I could have been her friend then as well. But I too felt her strong spirit. I was so impressed and touched by the gentleness and love your dad and you kids showed her. And Colette was great too.
I am forever grateful for the gospel and the certainty of being friends with your mom again. I know she cherished each of her children, and you will be in her arms again.
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