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My
Christmas letter will be a sad one for I write it alone. Neila, my
beloved wife of thirty-five years, succumbed to cancer in the early morning
hours of November 9th as the family watched anguished and
helpless. She fought for every breath until her failing body
overcame her will. She will be in our hearts and minds until we meet
again.
This season Christians remember the
promise we have of life and renewal, and in our time of grief and sorrow,
nothing could symbolize that promise better than the birth of twins girls to
our daughter Claudia. Neila saw and held the twins, and thus lived
to see the cycle of life come full circle. I cannot tell you that I
have accepted the parting of Neila at too, too young an age; but I am eternally
grateful that before leaving us she knew what wonderful children and
grandchildren we brought into the world.
Photo: Neila and "Murphy" her pet suffed gorilla,
taken in 1995, the first year of cancer
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