Julianne Enns
We are so sorry for the loss of Thomas.
We have nice memories of a walk at the foot of the Shenandoah Mountains and Thanksgiving meals. Here is a short verse about these times:
Thomas, the little boy, mother Carol in tow,
Delighted in the swimming hole, in the trickling of the stream.
Later, the proud masterchef of Thanksgiving whipped cream,
His warm presence did flow, all about him aglow.
Julie and Tom Enns

