When I think of Laura I hear chimes tinkling in the wind and see angel dust glittering on a Christmas tree. She was a bright, beautiful shooting star whose presence we were privileged to have for a short time. I can only describe her in poetic words. Laura In wide-eyed beauty she begins her pilgrimage as infant, toddler, adolescent. Step by step, joyously dancing paths of bride, lover, friend, mother. With blush on her cheeks paled by life's capricious whims, she remains a vibrant star in the Creator's galaxy. Having given her precious cup of compassion to those graced by her presence she offers her "fiat" in serene acceptance, aware that we have been changed by her existence. Fragile as the gently blooming orchid yet sturdy as a great oak she goes forward again wide-eyed to begin her journey. Love, Aunt Joan