Ronald W. Nichols Relation to Deceased: Nephew Dear Aunt Sue, Several years have passed since you left us but I always feel you near. I'll always remember the time I asked you if there was anything you'd like me to bring you the next time I visited. You replied, "Just bring yourself!". Missing you! Your Nephew, Ron I think no matter where you stray, That I shall go with you a way. Though you may wander sweeter lands, You will not forget my hands, Nor yet the way I held my head Nor the tremulous things I said. You will still see me, small and white And smiling, in the secret night, And feel my arms about you when The day comes fluttering back again. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory And keep my image there without me, By telling later loves about me. Dorothy Parker