July 30, 1930 – April 2, 2008
Surrounded by the love of her family and friends, Jean left this earth peacefully after an arduous and furiously fought battle with Alzheimer’s Disease. Mom would have wanted to go out with a song, and this one’s for her:
Though April showers may come your way
They bring the flowers that bloom in May
So if it’s raining, have no regrets
Because it isn’t raining rain you know, it’s raining violets.
And when you see clouds upon the hills
You soon will see crowds of daffodils
So keep on looking for a bluebird and
Listening to his songs
Whenever April showers come along.
