Dear Teresa,\r\n\r\nDuring my younger \"formative\" years, I spent many, many weekends at your house playing with two of my best friends in the world Bobby and Betty. Spending the night Saturday night, and then getting up and getting on the church bus and going to church with my best friends. I always had so much fun, and you always made me feel so welcome. When you would cook meals you would always include delicious tortillas that I would then butter like there was no tomorrow, and salt to oblivion. I remember sometimes you would laugh at me and that all that salt would make me \"dry up and blow away.\" Every time my parents would \"yes\" I could spend the night Saturday night (and sometimes Friday, and Saturday nights), I would get so excited. I so loved being there. I remember Roberts Senior closing in the front porch, and calling it my \"snow\" porch where I could sit while doing homework or just visiting in general, and watch the snow pile up in the winter. You\'re family meant so much to me in my life. You were (are) such good friends. Although the years slowly moved us apart, From time to time, I have fond memories come back of those wonderful years. I haven\'t forgotten you. I love you. The world is a little darker without you, but the heavens are MUCH brighter with out there. I know God said, \"Welcome home\" as soon as you got there. Give your hubby a hug from me. Goodbye dear, sweet friend (\"mom\")