To Diana, with Love: Games, Dreams, and Caring

If the walls of the Guild residence could speak, Do you know what they would say? “Oh! How that Diana loved to talk. The gift of gab was her forte.”

Remembering the good ol’ days, oh, what games we would play. The mischief, the teasing and the spats. When did we ever behave? On rainy days we played in puddles, and made mud pies to share. On summer days we made May baskets, and hollyhock dolls with care.

Sometimes we needed something new to play, And dandelions were easy to be found, “Do you like butter?” I would rub under your chin, And string the long, long chains all around.

Straight A’s on your report card. Through the night you would study. So smart and intelligent, as well as everybody’s best buddy. Against all odds, you enrolled in college so far away from home. Remember when you drove from Wesleyan, and brought home a cat to debone?

You met him in Chicago, the man of your dreams. With red hair and freckles, and a smile that truely gleamed. A successful entrepreneur was Lee. A man who loved to fish. Taking care of his true love, Diana, was his one and only wish.

Weaving together, your joys and wishes, Diana will paint a portrait of your life. With depth, beauty, sensitivity and feeling, Your spirit, she’ll revive.

I so enjoy the time we spend talking, The hopes and feelings that we share. In the sunshine of your voice, I hear the angels laughing. The best gift that you offer is showing that you care.

With Love, Dee