Look at yourself in this picture! Man you're beautiful! Thanks for the great genes, lol. Christmas Eve's at your house were the best. All the cousins would get together and have so much fun (pizza man, WORD, dance contests, The Meesces)! I remember all the great food - Syrian cheese, hummus and those barbecue chicken legs you used to make that I loved. Oh, and your chocolate cream pie and coffee at the big dining room table, mmmmmmm. But most of all I remember your calm, sweet demeanor. Nothing seemed to bother you. You always had this soft hum that you would make - like you were understanding the situation in your own mind. Thanks for letting me butter my own toast when I lied to you (heehee) and said YES that I already knew how when you were watching us one morning. Growing up in your house was fun too - picking grapes off the grapevine in the backyard, smelling the roses, playing on the swingset, going in the shed and smelling/seeing that Syrian raw meat hanging to dry (yuck!), playing in the alleyway, having the Bonner's as neighbors, walking to Sheck's, playing at the park around the corner, playing with the cats Inkydoo and Tiger and the dog, oh my goodness what was his name - King? We rode him like a horse. Reminds me a lot of Raymond as I did most of these things with him. Give each other a big hug for me. Don't forget that you're a queen and your last years on earth you were allowed to be taken care of just as you took care of those you loved. We will miss you, especially these upcoming holidays. Lots of love and peace, Michelle, Raschel, Brielle and Grace
