David Pinkerton Dickinson

On Sunday our family traveled across the Puget Sound on the ferry Walla Walla to Bremerton to attend Dave’s celebration of life. We became friends midway in Dave’s life so it was good to learn some things about him we never knew. One of the things that struck us right away was his middle name, Pinkerton. We could have had some fun with that detail. I think it’s a real cool middle name.

As part of Jamie’s tribute to his dad he read from second Corinthians 4:16-18 (NIV)

¹⁶Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. ¹⁷For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. ¹⁸So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.

Jamie also fulfilled a promise to his dad to play “Spirit in the Sky”. The story goes that Jamie and Dave were driving in Dave’s truck one day and this song came on the radio. Dave turned to Jamie and said “Play this at my funeral and play it really loud” I’m sharing some of the lyrics below. This made me smile as Dear in the past has requested this song be played at his funeral, too.

When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best
When I lay me down to die
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
Goin’ up to the spirit in the sky
That’s where I’m gonna go when I die
When I die and they lay me to rest
Gonna go to the place that’s the best

Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus
So you know that when you die
He’s gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky
Gonna recommend you
To the spirit in the sky

Norman Greenbaum, lyrics.

The tributes that Dave’s brothers, sons, and nephew spoke were all good to hear. It was very evident that Dave coached people he loved on and off the field. I know our sons were blessed by Dave’s coaching.

Sarly and Jamie worked hard going through a lifetime of photos of Dave with many tears and joyful laughter as they prepared a photo tribute with songs that had us all laughing and crying. So thankful for the boxes of tissues on each table.

At the end of the open microphone time this little one above wanted to pray for her Papa. I don’t remember her words exactly but she took the microphone and assured us that her Papa was okay and she loved him. (this photo was from Thanksgiving 2012 so Rae is almost 4 years older now)

Dave’s Uncle closed this time in prayer and we had time to fellowship with Beth and her sons and other old friends.

Our sons with Jamie and little David Daniel, named after his grandfather and our son Daniel.

Beth and our son Daniel.

Our whole family including my sister Lana and hubby Steve.

Our sweet smiley little warrior, David Daniel…triple D!

Dave’s brother Bob, correct me if I’m wrong, came up with these center pieces along the theme of golf since Dave was passionate about this sport.

Gold Mountain Golf Course was a beautiful setting for Dave’s Celebration of Life since he spent many hours on these grounds with his golfing buddies.

Dave would want you to know that he had a friend in Jesus who saved him. His hope in an eternal future with Jesus carried him through. This same hope will help Beth and Dave’s sons , daughter in laws and grandchildren walk through their grief while they remain on this earth. I hope that you dear readers have prepared yourselves for the inevitable and that you, too, have a friend in Jesus who died for you so that you might have life with Him and peace with God. We’ll see you later dear Dave Pinkerton!

“Prepare yourself you know it’s a must
Gotta have a friend in Jesus”

It’s the People…

…that are the church of Jesus Christ. Wherever believers are together you will see the love and the light of Christ. This is my people post. These people came together in love to support my sister Vera and her kids. They came to love one another and to serve one another and to comfort one another.

My sister’s family.

The Bagdanov cousins with a few missing.

Many of the grandchildren with our pop.

Our kids all together for the first time since Dan and Jamie’s wedding.

Dear’s SIL Christina and our nieces Kacie and Annie, with our Dan and Jamie.

Katie and Andrew with cousin Kacie.

Kelly, Christina and Lydia.

Svetlana and Irina.

Tanya and Fred. They are cousins.

John with Nick’s brother in law Alex and sister Nadia.

Nick’s sister Janet with her sons George and Victor. I spent some time with George and Victor in the critical care waiting room at Cedar Sinai and was moved by their love and concern for Nick and Vera. They spent hours at the hospital on Saturday and Sunday and made sure Vera had something to eat and drink.

Diane with my cousin Jim and Jeaneen.

Vera and Lee, a friend from our days at Evangelical Free Church Huntington Beach.

My cousin Katrina with Jaydee.

Heidi with my cousins Nina and Helen.

Paul, Diane, Vera, Valia, Christine, and George. Valia is my cousin and Vera is her aunt. Paul is Vera’s son. Diane says she and Vera were my Sunday School teachers when I was in kindergarten at Bethany Baptist Church. Diane and Christine are sisters. George’s parents were good friends of my parents from their time in Iran and after they immigrated to the U.S.A. We were in youth group together, too.

My cousin Tanya and sister Kathy.

Milla with her husband Ron and my girlfriend Shirley’s husband Chuck, friendships that started at Bethany Baptist Church. Milla’s mother and my mom were good friends in Tehran and in the U.S.A.

Cousin and cousin’s of cousins, Milla, Tanya, Manya, Shirley and Vera.

The couple on the left whose names are Nick and Vera met at my sister Vera and Nick’s wedding back in 1969. They started dating and were later married. Fun story. John and my cousin Valia are on the right.

My best friend from Bethany Baptist with her daughter and our son Josh and dil Laura.

Laura, Nicole, me and Heidi.

I missed taking a photo of many others that attended.

There are stories behind the centerpieces Nick’s kids, nieces and nephews came up with for the tables at the reception. Nick was known for his white t-shirts. He was most comfortable in a white t-shirt and shorts. When the weather was colder he enjoyed short sleeved sweatshirts and shorts. If you ever asked Nick for something or thanked him for a meal he prepared at his house for you he would always say “that will be a quarter” or “just give me a quarter”. There was always a small pile of quarters on the kitchen counter. When Lenny asked for Debbee’s hand in marriage he gave Nick a quarter. He had a bag of quarters in his car just in case Nick didn’t think one quarter was enough for permission to marry Debbee. At the wedding when Nick handed Debbee over to Lenny at the end of the aisle Lenny handed him a quarter.

When I walked up to the casket with my sister Vera she placed this quarter in Nick’s hand. Tears were flowing…

We Remember…

Our son Josh wrote this tribute after Nick’s funeral that we all attended on Tuesday November 10th. This will be the first of a few posts from our time together celebrating Nick’s life on this earth.

“Celebrated the life of my uncle, Nick Titov yesterday. He was a hero for God, Country, and others by serving each sacrificially with Love. A veteran of the Vietnam War, who was laid to rest among 200,000 flag laden graves of fellow servicemen and woman, including my grandfather, Rex at Riverside National Cemetery in California. Thank you for your service to our country Nick! Thank you for your service to our country Titov family. Thank you Veterans and families! Your service and sacrifice can never be repaid, will never be forgotten, and is appreciated more than you know!”

Sandals Church in Riverside/Moreno Valley California graciously gave us a beautiful space to have Nick’s memorial service and reception. My brother Tim and his wife Letty are members of this church.

This is my pop giving Nick his respect.

The Patriot Guard Riders of Southern California attended Nick’s services. The Patriot Guard attends Fallen Soldier military funerals to show honor and respect to our country’s fallen heroes, their families, and their communities, and to shield them from protesters. They attend the funeral as invited guests of the Fallen Soldier’s family.

Nick enlisted in the United States Army and proudly served his country during the Vietnam War. His years of service were from 1967 to 1969. Nicholas’s job in the service was with Army Intelligence. He had obtained the rank of SP5 at the time of his honorable discharge

Our niece Debbee and nephew David delivered Nick’s eulogy during the service. They shared some memorable times growing up with Nick as their dad. We cried and we laughed at some of the stories they shared. Our niece Michelle sang “No More Night”. Our brother Steve delivered a poignant message about death. One thing I took away from the message is that Jesus is the one who rescues us from our body of death.

No More Night

The timeless theme, Earth and Heaven will pass away
Its not a dream, God will make all things new that day
Gone is the curse from which I stumbled and fell
Evil is banished to eternal hell

No more night, no more pain
No more tears, never crying again
And praises to the great, “I AM”
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb

See all around, now the nations bow down to sing
The only sound is the praises to Christ, our King
Slowly the names from the book are read
I know the King, so there’s no need to dread

No more night, no more pain
No more tears, never crying again
And praises to the great, “I AM”
We will live in the light of the risen Lamb

The Patriot Guard Riders escort!

A United States flag drapes the casket of deceased veterans to honor the memory of their service to America. The flag is placed so that the blue field with stars is at the head and over the left shoulder of the deceased.

The Rifle Salute.

After Taps has been played, the flag is carefully folded into the symbolic tri-cornered shape. A properly proportioned flag will fold 13 times on the triangles, representing the 13 original colonies. The folded flag is emblematic of the tri-cornered hat worn by the Patriots of the American Revolution. When folded, no red or white stripe is to be evident, leaving only the blue field with stars.

The folded flag is then presented as a keepsake to the next of kin or an appropriate family member. Each branch of the Armed Forces uses its own wording for the presentation …

“This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for your loved one’s honorable and faithful service.”

The Rifle Guard delivering the spent shells from the rifle salute.

Riverside National Cemetery is a cemetery located in Riverside, California, dedicated to the internment of United States military personnel. The services are performed at one of several pavilions located on the cemetery grounds. The actual burial is performed at a later time. Because Nick’s funeral was scheduled on the day before Veteran’s day each grave site was honored with an American flag.

It was so special to have the Southern California Patriot Guard Riders take time to honor Nick and all of us with their presence and the moving flag line and then the great escort to the cemetery from the church.

I also want to add that this tribute and honor given Nick for his service in Vietnam was long deserved. When he returned from Vietnam back in 1969 he was spit on at the airport. Many people in our country who didn’t agree with this war took it out on anyone in uniform. This contributed to Nick never talking about his service until just recently when he finally opened up to his son.

My future posts from this day will include the many friends and family that attended the services.

Fall, Leaves, fall…

By now the maple tree in our neighbor’s yard has probably dropped all it’s leaves. We will have our final yard clean-up when we return to the Seattle area.

In the meantime, we have had 3 full days with different members of my family working hard in Huntington Beach to get my sister’s home ready to sell. Some may think that it’s too soon to do this sort of thing but when you have so many of us gathered who are willing and able you go with the flow. Also a smaller more manageable home will be the best thing for my sister. Twenty one of us walked down the block from my sister’s house on Saturday night when our work day ended to order Mexican food at a storefront takeaway. We were a sight! This wasn’t an I’ll cook for you kind of weekend!

Cousins enjoying each others company while working and reminiscing.

Half of our kids arrived on Saturday from Washington and the rest arrive today. Our new daughter in law will meet my pop for the first time tonight. More joy and sorrow times. Tomorrow we gather for Nick’s funeral services and reception in Riverside.

Hope all is well in your corner of the world and that you are trusting the God of the universe!

On the Go…

Soon we’ll be in Huntington Beach again gathering for my BIL’s services and funeral. As we age we face the reality that family gatherings contrast dramatically between joy and sorrow. The last time I was in Southern California my time was divided between the Critical Care hospital waiting room and a beautiful setting at a joyful baby shower for a much anticipated arrival come January, a new grand niece.

I will do a full post on the lovely baby shower in the future.

This time when we head to Southern California more of us will gather around my sister and her kids as we lay Nick to rest at the Riverside National Cemetery. We don’t grieve as those who have no hope. We have hope and confidence that God has prepared a place for Nick. We will hug old friends and the Russians among us will welcome each other with a kiss.

When I was spending time in the waiting room at Cedar Sinai Hospital in Beverly Hills my eyes were opened to other families in the waiting room and how similar different cultures are at these critical times. Our first night at Cedar’s there was a Hispanic extended family taking up every chair and some on the floor of the waiting area. At least 20 or more. They vacated some chairs so my sister and I could sit down, too. As some of them left to go home they went around to each of their friends and family and gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They even turned to us and gave us a kind farewell. The longer we sat together the more connected we became. The matriarch of the family offered us some food. She also shushed any of the younger folk who’s chatter got to loud. When we left we said goodbye and God Bless you. Their eyes lit up and they smiled and said God bless you, too.

We were glad the waiting room had large windows that made the space feel lighter.

We all find ourselves in a variety of waiting rooms throughout our lives. What are you waiting for? What is your hope?

Let your steadfast love, O Lord, be upon us, even as we hope in you. Psalm 33:22

Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Romans 12:12

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. Romans 15:13

For through the Spirit, by faith, we ourselves eagerly wait for the hope of righteousness. Galatians 5:5

For to this end we toil and strive, because we have our hope set on the living God, who is the Savior of all people, especially of those who believe. 1 Timothy 4:10

Under His Wings ~ Hymn

Under His Wings

Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Though the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.

Refrain

Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blessed.

Refrain

Under His wings, oh, what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life’s trials are o’er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus, I’m safe evermore.

Refrain

Words: William O. Cushing, 1896.

Connected…

It was wonderful to see so many dear souls that we have been connected to over the years at my mom’s services.

I didn’t get photos of many of the people who honored us with their presence and their words. It wasn’t easy to relax with my camera in these circumstances.

Hope and I were coordinated in our outfits and had to have a photo together.

After attending this little guys baby shower before he was born it was nice to finally meet him in person with his mommy.

…and with his grandmother, my good friend from Bethany Russian Baptist church.

Katie with Nikki and her Auntie Christina. Christina is Dear’s SIL.

Here’s Dear with his only brother, Terry.

My cousin Vera (from my father’s side), cousin’s cousin Shirley (on my mother’s side), my cousin Jim (on my father’s side), and Shirley’s sister Betty (on my mother’s side).

More dear friends from our Bethany Baptist Days in Los Angeles. Diane, Manya (Shirley, Bobbi and Betty’s oldest sister) Alex and Jaydee with Shirley between them.

Jeanie,(married to my cousin Jim) My cousin Jim, My cousin Vera (Jim’s sister) George (who is Jim, Vera and Katrina’s 1st cousin) and my cousin Katrina (Jim and Vera’s youngest sister).

My first cousin, Vera, from my dad’s side of the family. The rest of this group are all 1st cousins with each other on my mother’s side of the family. My first cousins are on the right end of this group. Valia and Tanya on the right end with my cousin Walter’s wife standing behind them. Bobbi and Shirley are first cousins to Valia and Tania.

Our son Dan with our SIL Letty’s son Derek and wife Amy.

Caleb and Joshua making plans to spy out the Promised Land…Strong and Courageous!

Niece Melissa bonding with our latest grand nephew Thomas.

My Pop with his grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Our kids (missing Andrew) with my pop. Andrew has arrived in Afghanistan with his unit so your prayers for him are appreciated.

Pop with his sons.

Sons and daughters…

Daughters

A very special thank you to the ladies from Whittier Area Community Church and Olive Grove Church who contributed salads and desserts for our meal together. You blessed us abundantly and we are grateful! Everything turned out so well. We were so pleased to be able to spend time with people we have been connected to over the years. Old friends and new friends supporting each other. It’s a beautiful picture of community…

I’ll close my post with the quote my Brother in law Nick read at the graveside…

“There is nothing that can replace
the absence of someone dear to us,
and one should not even attempt to do so.

One must simply hold out and endure it.

At first that sounds very hard,
but at the same time it is also a great comfort.

For to the extent the emptiness truly remains unfilled
one remains connected to the other person through it.

It is wrong to say that God fills the emptiness.
God in no way fills it but much more
leaves it precisely unfilled
and thus helps us preserve — even in pain —
the authentic relationship.

Further more,
the more beautiful and full the remembrances,
the more difficult the separation.

But gratitude transforms
the torment of memory into silent joy.
One bears what was lovely in the past
not as a thorn but as a precious gift deep within,
a hidden treasure
of which one can always be certain.

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer”

Goodbyes and Reunions…

Thank you, thank you, to all of you who have prayed for my family during this time in our lives. I really appreciate your kind words of comfort and encouragement and I have felt your prayers. Blessings on you for sharing in our sorrow and rejoicing in our joy that our mom is with our Lord.

There were many times during my mom’s services and burial that the comment was made amongst old friends that it was too bad that it seems the only time we see each other these days is at a funeral. The older we get the stronger this reality.

I want to warn you ahead of time that we had an old world burial and if you get squeamish around caskets and viewings this post probably isn’t for you.

Thursday night viewing at Rose Hills Chapel. Many old friends came to share in our sorrow and rejoice in our hope. My brother Steve gave a message that made me consider God’s hand on the story of my life on this earth.

Friday morning we had a memorial service at my sister’s church in Whittier, California. It was a time of remembering who my mom was and a time of thanking God for who He is in my mom’s life and ours. Brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews and great grand children participated in speaking, singing, reciting Psalms 23 and praying. Our nephew Caleb opened the service with greetings and prayer. Our sister Kathy and our BIL Len sang a duet in Russian of a song my mom requested. Our niece Hope and Great nephew Jackson read the 23rd Psalm. Our son Josh and my nephew, David shared memories of their Baba that they gathered from their cousins. Our niece Michelle sang the first verse of “It is well with my soul” (Baba’s request) and the congregation joined in on the rest of the song. Our BIL Len led us all in singing with great enthusiasm. Our brother Leonard shared my mom’s eulogy with tears and laughter in Russian and English. Our family and friends from Bethany Baptist Russian church joined together for an impromptu singing of “Bless Thou the Lord”. My brother Steve gave the short and insightful message challenging us to see heaven as the place where we will see God and our Savior face to face as our reward. My nephews Levi and Joe led us in “Because He Lives” as the finale to our time.

Eight of my mom’s grandsons were the pallbearers.

We gathered around our Pop, Dzeda to comfort him and support him throughout the services.

We met at the graveside and participated in my mom’s burial.

My mom’s daughter’s, granddaughters, great granddaughter, and nieces placed a long stemmed pink rose on her casket before it was lowered into the grave.

In the old world tradition starting with my father and my siblings we all took a clump of earth and threw it in the grave upon the coffin.

We sang in Russian and English while the son’s, grandson’s, nephews and old friends of my mom’s used shovels to fill the grave with dirt.

We find this tradition of participating in the burial to be comforting and honoring and we leave knowing that we did this act in love.

Our son Dan with Dear.

Josh and Laura

My cousins on my father’s side of the family with their spouses.

The newest member of our extended family.

It was now time to head back to the church for our meal together. Friday was a very clear day in Southern California standards at Rose Hills. We could see all the way to Downtown Los Angeles. Rose Hills Memorial Park is the largest cemetery in the United States and is located in Whittier, California.

In my next post I’ll continue with the good times around the tables over our meal enjoying doing a little catch up with friends from our childhood.

It’s good to be home again. We are still trying to get our bodies on our West Coast clock instead of our British clock. I think a nice full week at home will do the trick. We left a very sunny Southern California and arrived to a rainy blustery Northwest. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods.

In Memory of…

In Memory of Nadia Bagdanov

April 8, 1924 – September 13, 2013

Services:

Viewing: Thursday September 26 beginning at 5:30 pm in the Garden View Chapel at Rose Hills Gate 1
Thursday Night Service: Thursday September 26 at 7pm in the Garden View Chapel at Rose Hills Gate 1
Funeral Service: Friday, September 27 at 10 am. Whittier Area Community Church
Graveside following service at Rose Hills (approximate time: noon)
Reception following Graveside at Whittier Area Community Church (approximate time: 1:00 pm)

These words were penned by Nadia’s granddaughter Melissa:

If I said that facing the impending death of someone as amazing as my grandma was hard, that would be an understatement. It doesn’t matter how much you try to prepare yourself because the truth is, you’re never really ready to face such a great loss…

As I sit here trying to process it all, her life, her death, the amazing gift of even being able to call her my grandma, the reality of having to live the rest of my life on this earth without her, I find myself overwhelmed at God’s love, His goodness and His perfect timing. Many of you who knew Baba know that she was a very strong, very stubborn woman and she demonstrated that until the very end. The doctors gave her less than week to live, but she and her stubbornness proved them wrong and instead, she lived almost 2 months. Because of that, my family was given a very special gift, a long goodbye…the opportunity to spend precious time with her all the while knowing that every goodbye could be our very last…until it finally was.

I know her memory will live on…we’ll be able to hear her critiquing our varenyiki every Christmas from now on (we promise not to make them look like slugs, Baba…we’ll aim for 5+’s now more than ever ), we’ll still be able to hear her snarky remarks during Dzeda’s speeches before family meals, and her telling us to love each other…something she did so well.

Until we see her again, we mourn our great loss but celebrate her GREAT gain. I have no doubt she heard the words, ‘Well done, good and faithful, servant’ when she entered the presence of her Savior this morning. She truly was an incredible example…an example whose footsteps have been etched so deeply in my life and heart. She will forever be one of my greatest role models and inspirations and I feel so blessed to be part of such an amazing legacy.
But words cannot even begin to express how much I will miss her…
I love you SO much, Baba

Please leave any comments here and I will be sure to pass them on to my Dad. I am sure he would love to hear words of encouragement or remembrance from you. Mom loved Jesus and was confident in her last days. She loved her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. She will be missed and her words will encourage us for years to come. The Bagdanov family was blessed by God to have Nadia as our Mom.

I copied this post and information from my brother’s blog. If you live in Southern California feel free to attend my mom’s memorial service. We would be happy to welcome you and see you. I will be away from the computer for the next few days…

Special Delivery…

If we could send letters to heaven here’s one I’d send…

Dear Kathy,

How are things going in heaven? What was it like to see our Savior face to face? While you are basking in His presence we are still down here figuring out life without you, especially Bill and Jeaneen.

I wanted to share that your memorial service was really a great celebration of your contagious joy and love for our Savior. Friends and family testified to the encouragement you gave them in life and how you made them laugh time and time again. Your sister-in-law Donna read tributes from Bill, Jeaneen and several other family members and friends. Bill wrote a beautiful tribute to you called “Going Home” that was printed in the bulletin. Your friend Katie read another tribute. Bill put together a slide show with some of your favorite hymns that showed your life over the years. I was so humbled to have a shot of you and me included in the show. Many of your friends and extended family came to say goodbye including cousins from Whittier and Santa Rosa. Your long time friend Judy came from San Diego and Randy gave the message. After the service there was a nice spread provided by the church and people lingered long to talk. The next part of this day was a little surreal for me…

After your service I drove over to your house for the evening. You know this was my first time ever at your house and it was just weird stepping into your house for the first time without you physically present. Thankfully I could see you in every comfy corner and in all the decorator touches in your home. I went outside to your garden and you know who was laying out there? Yes, you guessed, Soloman. The one you so lovingly called the knucklehead cat! He must sense a bit of your presence out there.

We had some great conversations around your dining room table with – count them…4 Home Economics Majors. I didn’t realize there were so many of us out there and that you had majored in Home Economics, too. Your cousin from Whittier really made us laugh and she also made us blush a few times! So many fun and funny memories were shared. By the way…I have no idea why Bill looked at me when he asked if he should open a 2nd bottle of wine?! :0) It was a long day and I had to call it a night and head back to the hotel. We had one more event in your honor coming on Monday morning.

It was great spending time with Jeaneen and being able to give her hugs and let her express her emotions about losing you. She really misses her big sister.

On Monday morning we got together at Fair Oaks Cemetery for one more goodbye.

Your friends and family were a great support to both Bill and Jeaneen.

We were able to pray together and we sang a song together, too.

This world is not my home, I’m just passing through.
My treasures are laid up
somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

Chorus

The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b.

To honor and encourage

Category Archives: Funerals

David Pinkerton Dickinson

It’s the People…

We Remember…

Fall, Leaves, fall…

On the Go…

Under His Wings ~ Hymn

Under His Wings

Connected…

Goodbyes and Reunions…

In Memory of…

Services:

These words were penned by Nadia’s granddaughter Melissa:

I copied this post and information from my brother’s blog. If you live in Southern California feel free to attend my mom’s memorial service. We would be happy to welcome you and see you. I will be away from the computer for the next few days…

Special Delivery…