Hi my beautiful mother, I hope the rain is not hard on you as it is March 31 and Michael's 71st birthday, but he cannot celebrate as he is 15 feet from you. I wanted to go to Michael's grave and yours and dad's who ended up next to you in his original plot. So in essence you are now together again; he said you were the love of his life even after d. I miss you terribly and I got my plot back although it cost me. Now I feel free knowing that when I go I will be next to the man who made me whole and near you my beautiful mother who joked about how you would be not far from my feat [sic], feet. Zak is going to South America June 1, 2016 for at least six months or whenever he begins to miss me which I do not will happen in this life. I think he will only miss me a while and being so resilient he will move on with his own life. So my job is done and I am ready to visit all of you so I can get some rest. I have been up all night and it is raining so hard I hope I can make it to the cemetery. All my love, your daughter, donna