Thanks for making this day such a memorable one. I was deeply honored by your presence. As I said, it's hard to find the right words to really get that idea across. Eddy Cantor (I'd be surprised if any of you know who he was) had a radio show on Sunday nights. He signed off with a song that began, "I love to spend each Sunday with you. As friend to friend, I'm sorry it's through. I'm telling you just how I feel. I hope you feel that way, too." So I guess you just have to let the spirit and the love in a gathering like the one today take over when words aren't adequate. Mom held up well, I think, after having lost her lunch and needing a change of clothes before getting there. We'll have to believe the same spirit and love in the room could reach into the deepest centers of her being. She got a little rest before her dinner, ate well, stayed awake and seemed to enjoy the Lawrence Welk show. But her eyes didn't stay open long after she got in bed. Of course, she would have to be awakened again to be readied for the night. So to sign off, I loved to spend this Saturday with you. As one deeply honored, I'm sorry it's through. I love you all. Remember the connecting strand and love each other.