Flowers for Diane Elizabeth Peters


"Denise Basche" (DBASCHE@wpsr.com)
05 September, 2002
Thinking of you, Diane, and your new little grandchild. Heard a song today that reminded me of your son, Rick. Lyrics to We're Going to be Friends, by The White Stripes
Fall is here, hear the yell
back to school, ring the bell
brand new shoes, walking blues
climb the fence, books and pens
I can tell that we're going to be friends.

Walk with me, Suzy Lee
throught the park and by the tree
we will rest upon the ground
and look at all the bugs we found
then safely walk to school
without a sound.

Well here we are, no one else
we walked to school all by ourselves
there's dirt on our uniforms
from chasing all the ants and worms
we clean up and now its time to learn.

Numbers, letters, learn to spell
nouns, and books, and show and tell
at playtime we will throw the ball
back to class, through the hall
teacher marks our height
against the wall.

And we don't notice any time pass
we don't notice anything
we sit side by side in every class
teacher thinks that I sound funny
but she likes the way you sing

Tonight I'll dream while in my bed
when silly thoughts go through my head
about the bugs and alphabet
and when I wake tomorrow I'll bet
that you and I will walk together again
cause I can tell that we're going to be friends.

My husband quit smoking this year after 20 of his 34 years. God watch over him and help keep him whole.


Mac Petty (lizandmac@earthlink.net)
07 April, 1999
Rick,
You are in our thoughts and prayers.
Love,
Mac and Liz


Tim Van Der Perren (timvdp@jvlnet.com)
06 April, 1999
With a whisp of air, life is past
Laughter, sadness and all between
And on the day we breathe our last
Our soul by the flow flies away clean

For all those who born
Pass time in knowing and trust
We feel not forlorn
Upon our return to earthly dust

That the rock 'neath the soil
Of life's harsh and dark stains
Shall be cleansed without toil
By warm breeze and soft rain

And transcend from this place
To an infinite lair
Upon Love and God's Grace
And a gentle whisp of air


Tony Rodriguez (TR214@aol.com)
21 March, 1999
I just recently lost my father to cancer and I want you to know that you are not alone in your pain. God Bless You Tony Rodriguez Los Angeles, CA