Sending our deepest sympathy to Korina and her family. I remember a couple of years ago, Korina and John were going to be passing through Wisconsin and wanted to meet up with us, but we weren't available at that time. Sure wish we could have met them.
Donna & Mike
When someone dies, a cloud turns into an angel and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People disappear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzying circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rainbows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind songs, they are whispering to us: "don't miss me too much. The view is nice up here and I'm doing just fine."