beloved mother of Skiler and Ray Lynn
Always:
as the spring rain dampens the ground a flower is born. Young and frail it clings to life and grows to reach the sky. Storms and wind beat it down only to find they yo failed. A beautiful ting for all who pass to remember in life to come. As the season passes and the rains grow cool the flowers time is new. the flower now gone it's beauty remains in the hearts of those who saw. Love dad