As many of you know, this time of year is difficult for Adrienne and I, Connor would have been five on Wednesday. I've been trying to think of what to put up here and just can't think of anything that doesn't sound trite. Things should have been different. I'll let the words of other people do the talking. Thanks Kell, Carl and kids the flowers are beautiful. Adrienne received this poem from her cousin Colleen in an e-mail: Ode to Connor A wonder to behold, a story not full told A blissful babe to share, a golden face and warm brown hair A giant in disguise with soft and tender eyes He gave us moments to know that for all the world aglow Our turn on earth is blessed by all of those who now rest Whose lives have touched our own, then wait for somewhere unknown His beauty is forever etched in soul, let the universe fill that vacant hole With love, and song and laughter and moments still to capture His memory gives us notice that our time here is so swift He came and then left us knowing that each life is a precious gift. PCP'03