One of the memories I have about you, Carrie, is how much you reminded me of my Stacey and how flattered you both were by it; both pretty, precocious little fair skinned, dark haird girls. It has been a pleasure getting to spend time with you these past few trips out there, you, all grown up now and a great mom, so much fun to be with. Our trip to your workplace, The Boxcar Press . . . you took such pride in showing us around and it was fun meeting all your co-workers. What a neat, interesting place, like the adult you had become. And lets not forget all that wonderful paper! You know me, your Grandma's freaky paper friend! Our lunch out, the three of us, at that funky little sidewalk cafe you took us to. Yummy, we ate like tree queens! You, the young queen, always making me feel so welcome in your family. What a sweetheart! I don't know how your mother can stand the pain and I don't know why she has to, it's all too much to bear. Thankfully you have one heck of a family who will stand up behind Eamon and your mother to see that he is loved and cared for the way you and Ed would want. With loyal, devout, love and support from family and friends, you and Ed will forever live in Eamon's heart. Love like that never goes away but continues to grow; it's endless. Unfortunately, the pain of such great loss does not go away either but I pray that as time goes by, it will soften. My love, sympathy, tears and prayers are with all your dear loved ones who have lost so much.