|on the right: the offerings & remembrance of my husband's parents|
|on the left: the offerings & remembrance of my parents|
|At the center: the offerings and remembrance of my friend Sue Lamb, who died this year|
"We come only to sleep, only to dream,
It is not true, it is not true that we come to live on this earth,
We become as spring weeds, we grow green and open the petals of our hearts,
Our body is a plant in flower, it gives flowers and it dies away."