Dixie and I had alot of good times when she lived in Denver. I was sad to see her leave, and even sadder to have only seen her once since. You always had a good time when she was around. Teresa Lucas
tlucasgrandlake
7th July 2012
R.I.P. Aunt Dixie. You will be missed and now we have another angel looking down on us.
jess_sayler
6th July 2012
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland