A funeral I didn't go to.

Dear Alice,

You were always so nice to us. I could tell from the minute that we met you that you just loved me and my siblings, and I didn't ever really know why. But you knew just about everything about our situation, and your compassion for us was really really wonderful. I met you on our trip to Lake Powell. We came over to your house late at night, got into your Winnebago and fell asleep. By the time we woke up in the morning, we were on the road with you and Ray--two virtual strangers! In some ways that trip was a lot of fun, in more ways it was pretty terrible. But how cool were you? An older lady, jumping off the cliffs and waterskiing like a pro! You made the trip as great and as easy as it could have possibly been, and when Amy and I stayed one more day with you and Ray and we got sicker than sick, you took great care of us. I didn't see you very often after that, but you always hugged me so warmly when I did and I knew that you cared about me. I'm sorry that you're gone.

Love,
Kate