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Quilt Square in Memory of L. Anne (Cornett) Keefer

Our mom was a wonderful, generous, and loving person.  She died on December 31, 2006 just a few weeks shy of her 72nd birthday.  This quilt square helps describe her life.  The flannel square in the middle is from a pair of her favorite pajamas.  They were given to her by her granddaughter, Darcie Dale.  They are her ”Bingo” pajamas.  Every Thursday evening for many years, she ran the Bingo Night for St. Peter Catholic Church.  She managed to turn it into a family affair because she persuaded my daughter, Darcie, me, and at times, my husband to help her sell tickets.  Every “Bingo” Thursday, she made dinner for all of the workers and took it up to the church.  She knew many of the workers came straight from their day jobs so she wanted to make sure everyone had a chance to get something to eat.  She was the best cook and I always looked forward to the meals she had waiting for us every Thursday.  The words around the flannel square represent all the things our mom was to so many people.  She was a mom, a grandmother, a MyMa (this is what the youngest two grandchildren called her), a giver, a friend, a wife, a sister, and at the end of her life, a donor.  The buttons are made from shells and represent our mom’s love of the beach and the many vacations we took together, taking walks and looking for shells.  We were planning a beach trip for this summer when she died.

Our mom’s sudden death was devastating to all of us.  When they asked us if we would consider donating any of her organs, at first we didn’t know what to say.  Two hours earlier, we were talking on the phone so it didn’t seem possible that she was gone.  But our mom was a giver and she would do anything to help anybody.  It seemed only right that we should honor her in death by donating any of her usable organs to someone that needed them.  Several days later when I looked on her driver’s license, I saw that she wanted to be a donor.  Because of her, I am now a donor on my driver’s license too.  Our mom will always live in our hearts and we think about her and miss her every day.  We hope she is proud of the decisions we are making and how we are choosing to live our lives and honor her memory.  We want to thank you for giving us the opportunity to memorialize our mother through this quilt square.  She will always be loved and always be in our hearts. 

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Quilt Square in Memory of Donnie Loper (Donald)

Amber Bartlett
Age 11
Daughter of Donnie Loper

I remember a lot of special times that I had with my dad.  One time is when we would go to the creek.  When we went to the creek, he would stand on the side of the creek and Tori, my sister, and I would be in the creek catching tadpoles and crawdads.  Another time is when we would go to the farm and dad, Tori, and I would ride the horses and also he would let us go on the hay and catch the cats.  The last one is when we were little every Sunday we would go to Chuckie Cheese.  We would always have fun.

Also, whenever we wanted to show him something, he would stop what he was doing to watch us.

My dad was very special…

I miss his smile.

Tori McCoy
Age 12
Daughter of Donnie Loper

I remember many things about my dad, but the list would be so long, I just should tell you a couple of things.  One is that he taught me to fish.  So we went fishing together all the time.  The second one is that he listened to every thing I had to say.  The third thing is that he was a kind hearted person that loved every living thing.  I loved it when we went to the farm and rode horses.  We always went to the creek and caught crawdads.  I could tell you more, but those are some of the most special things about him and what we did together.

I miss him very, very much and the special times we had together.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Brett Miller
June 25, 1970 – October 8, 2005

Brett was my best friend, my companion, my love, sometimes; my nemesis.  We did everything together for the past almost 16 years, being married just shy of 15.  When we were not working we were together.  Our belief is that you do for others as you would like others to do for you.  Yea, I know that “everyone believes this” the difference, we lived the belief.

Brent spent most of his adult life being a paver installer.  Not just any installer, he took pride in what he did.    Some of his work can be seen at the Children’s Garden in Lima, Ohio.  He loved adding beauty to our Mother Earth.

He hated when others were treated different because they did not conform to the ways of others.  The Gods made us all different for a reason.  He never gave in to peer pressure.  We never drank and drove, if we went out and one of us had anything to drink, the other drove.  Unfortunately, his life was taken by a man who stated that he only had three beers.  The man ran a stop sign at a state route, running over our son’s car while Brett and Michael were on their way home from work.  Brett, being a passenger that night, took the brunt of the crash and was taken.  Michael was cut out of the car, spent 15 days in the trauma center with a laundry list of internal injuries (every organ being lacerated or bruised, including his brain), 10 of those days he would not wake.

Our belief is that we do all we can to help our fellow man, this being said, when the call came to me the night of the accident (in Michael’s hospital room) there was no thought of “should I donate or not” of course I would.  We are here to protect and help our fellow persons, animal friends, Mother Earth and Sky.  It warms my heart every time I get a list of how many people Brett helped. For me, it means that parts of him are still out there, living and giving.

Part of me died with Brett that night.  It is good to know that others are healing due to his kindness

Charlotte Miller – Coldwater, Ohio

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Quilt Square in Memory of Juanita Marie Wills

“Our Circle of Life”

Juanita Marie Wills was a Loving Mother, Grandmother, Sisters, and Friend.  Juanita was born on April 25, 1930 in Richmond, Indiana.  She came from a family of 10 brothers and sisters.  Grandma was placed in the Darke County Children’s Home, where she met Kenneth Foster Wills, our beloved Father and Grandfather.  They were married on June 12, 1950.  Grandpa lost his life to the battle of cancer on June 16, 1985.  They had 2 Daughters, 2 Granddaughters, 2 Grandsons, 4 Great-Grandsons, and 1 Great-Granddaughter.

Grandma was a school bus driver for 29 years.  She drove for Greenville City Schools and for Anthony Wayne Schools.  Her favorite color was purple.  She loved Butterflies.  Her hobbies included playing Bingo, Baking/Cooking, Gardening, and spending as much time as she could with her family, especially her Great-Grandchildren.  They range from the ages of 3-6 years old.  It was amazing to see her with them.  Their little faces would light up as soon as they would see her from across the room, as well as her own.  Family was her life, and she was proud of hers.  Grandma was always there when you needed her.  She was the most loving, caring, kind-hearted woman that we have ever known.  It was an honor to call her our Mother, our Grandmother.  She taught us to follow our Dreams and our Hearts.

At the young age of 74 years old, her life was taken suddenly due to a tragic motor vehicle accident on February 25, 2005.  It has been a long year and a half now, but seems like it was yesterday that we lost you.  She is sadly missed every moment of every day, but forever in our thoughts and in our hearts. 

In Loving Memory of Our Mother, and Grandmother,
Juanita Marie Wills
She was “Our Circle of Life”

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Quilt Square in Memory of Jimmy Skaggs

Our son Jimmy was born Feb. 15, 1977; his life here ended May 21, 2005.  He was a son, brother, father, grandson, uncle and a friend.  He was an avid fan of the Bengals, Dale Earnhardt and Dale Jr.  He also loved riding his Harley.  He had a great way of acting silly, one of the many things we miss about him.  You could ask anyone who knew him what they remember most about him and they would say, “the way he made me laugh.”  He was a loving father of twins; a daughter, Madison, and a son, Jimmy.  They look and act so much like their dad.  They had their first birthday one week after his passing.

I know in my heart that he is in a better place and he will be there waiting for me when I see him again.  I think of him and miss him every second.

“Forever in our hearts”

Mom, Dad, Diana, Chris, Michael, Matthew, Madison, Jimmy, Grammas, Bud, Family

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Quilt Square in Memory of Scott Wyen

Our Scott was born under special circumstances.  He was always told he was here for a special reason.  He was a typical little boy – loved trucks, fishing, trains, etc.  As a young boy he loved football. He was always a Bengals fan.  His big dream was to play for his school team.  He wrote once, “Playing football at Minster was a great experience; playing for your town. The greatest feeling I ever got was when some 3rd graders were playing football and they were saying what player they were and I overheard one say he was me.”  Scott was also a huge Ohio State fan. He loved Buckeye Saturday and Who-Dey Sunday.  As a teen, Scott was proud to be a “Wildcat”.  As a young man, Scott’s proudest accomplishment was being in the Army National Guard.  He was more than prepared to protect his country.  He called it, “Doing it for the team.”

Always giving to others. Always for the team.  Always for his family.  If you wanted to have fun, you wanted to be with Scott.  If you needed a friend, you needed Scott.  The special reason Scott was put on this earth?  Besides being a son, brother, grandson, nephew, uncle, Godfather, friend…Why are we here today but to celebrate the gift of life.  Thank you Scottie for touching so many lives even in death.  As his epitaph states, “I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS.”

Scott Wyen Family

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Quilt Square in Memory of Don Collier

Don was a wonderful husband, father, opa and friend.  He enjoyed being with his family and his granddaughter.  He enjoyed fishing and in his younger years, he also enjoyed deer hunting in Pennsylvania with his grandfather. He also enjoyed bible study and just fellowshipping with the men of our church.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Susan McCoy

Whatever else it was, life with Susan was NEVER boring.

First, because she had a terrific sense of humor, probably one of the most essential ingredients to a successful marriage – and a successful life.  She could see the humor in just about any situation, no matter how dire, and she showed me, the quintessential worry-wart how to chill out when things got rough.

Her humor was never mean.  As often as not, she was the butt of her own jokes.  And her laugh was infectious.  When they were teenagers, and even later when they were grown men and women with careers and families of their own, our son’s friends would take turns trying to crack her up just to hear her laugh.

Sue was very bright.  Not just bubbly bright, although she could be that too, but intellectually bright.  She took great pride in ferreting out obscure bits and pieces of information as a reference librarian.  And she loved puzzles.  Oh, how she loved puzzles.  That’s how we met.  I first saw her in the faculty room at the high school where we both taught.  She was working on a NY Times Sunday crossword.  I asked if I could sit in, and we worked on Times puzzles together for the next four decades.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish another one.  Not just because I miss her so much, but because she always knew most of the answers.

Sue was a people person.  As the old saying goes, she never met a stranger.  Not in all the years she taught, not in the days we were moving around the country, and not in all the years she spent helping library patrons.  Even though some people occasionally got under her skin (me included), she could always find something to value in just about everyone. 

Sue was a terrific mother.  The proof of that are the two fine men she raised.  As they were growing up, she seemed to have an innate sense of when to draw the line and when not to sweat the small stuff.  I think they appreciated that and so did their friends.  She became a surrogate mother to a whole gaggle of adolescents who always seemed to be hanging out in our family room.  And she was still doing it for neighborhood kids until her last days.

Most important, from my perspective, she was a wonderful wife.  She was strong, supportive, and always there when I needed her.  And I needed her every hour of every day.  Although she had a fiercely independent spirit, she could always make me feel that I was the captain of our little ship, even though we both knew getting through each day was a team effort.

All I know is, I miss her terribly, and I expect I will continue to miss her until I’m with her once again.

H. John McCoy

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Quilt Square in Memory of Diane Williamson

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Quilt Square in Memory of Gene Elms

A protective husband, loving father, and adored grandpa would have been pleased to know that by his donation there will be others able to walk comfortably.  In 1980, Gene had to have his left knee fused and then later due to a car accident was left with pain constant with every step.  It is a comfort to our family that his gift has allowed those otherwise in a similar discomfort to move pain free.  He loved sports and coached community and church softball, baseball, and football for young men.  His favorite team was the North Carolina Tar Heels, North Carolina also being his place of birth; he most often wore a UNC ball cap.  The patch in the donor quilt was made from one of those favorite caps and the Monday after his funeral on Saturday, the Tar Heels won another championship.  That brought a smile to all of our faces knowing how he hoped to see them win.

Thank you for the opportunity to be a part of this donor quilt.

The Garren E. Elms Family

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Quilt Square in Memory of Alice Marie Minter

Alice was best known for her smile and always ready laugh.  She was a loving and fun-loving person.  Her sons were her pride and joy, and when she got daughter-in-laws, they became her daughters.  She was always ready for her grandson, Wesley, or her granddaughter, Britnee, to come over and see her.  Her church (Walnut Grove UMC) and Sunday school class (Open Door Class) were her refuge.  Family events were constantly being planned by her to keep her family close.  She loved to travel and after Alice and I both “retired” we were able to make a trip to Alaska, a real treat for both of us.  Alice is sorely missed; she left us way too soon.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Zachary Cox

Zachary David Cox was born April 13, 1972, at Miami Valley Hospital during a record hail storm to Jeff & Deborah Cox.  He attended Valley View Elementary, graduated from Valley View High School, graduated from the Sinclair Police Academy and worked as a patrolman for the Germantown Police Department.  He loved police work and all the people he worked with.

Zachary could be funny, loving, caring and was loved by his family notwithstanding his frailties.  He wrote the following poem to his family on 3/5/00.  We print it here in the hope it might mirror the thoughts of others that are having problems.

TO MY FAMILY by Zachary Cox 3/5/00                                  

Lend me your hope for awhile,
I seem to have misplaced mine.
Lost, empty & lonely feelings accompany me daily,
  Pain, hurt & confusion are my only friends.
I do not know where to turn,
  Looking ahead to my future does not bring
  Forth images of hope or triumph.
I see troubled times & more pain filled days
  and tragedy ahead.

Lend me your hope for awhile,
  I seem to have misplaced mine.
Hold my hand & hug me, & tell me you love me.
  Listen to my problems & voices & tell me
  everything will be alright.
The road to happiness & recovery seems a
  long & lonely one, my personal demons ever present.

Lend me your hope for awhile,
  I seem to have misplaced mine.
Acknowledge my pain & regrets are real &
  ever with me.  I am so very sorry.
  Stand by me & love me & never let me go,
  I can only cry & feel like dying.

Lend me your hope for awhile,
  I seem to have misplaced mine.
Someday I will heal & will share my
  life with others.

Lend me your hope for awhile,
  I will always love you, and
  I will never let you go.
And if something should happen to me,
  Don’t be sad because I will be with
  my father & Virgil & others and I
  will always be watching over you forever.

Lend me your hope for awhile,
  Because I have nothing but hope left.

Zac

May Zachary rest in peace until we see him again.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Al Daughters, Jr.

Al Daughters was born a diehard Cleveland Browns fan.  He loved football and all life had to offer.  His family room, affectionately known as “The Dawg Pound”, held many football memories throughout the years.  He also loved and supported his Bobcats at Ohio University.  His time on this earth was short, only fifty-one years, but he made sure everyone was taken care of and that no one went without.  His greatest accomplishment in his life would have to be the two girls who call him “Dad”, Amanda and Emily.

Gods Speed
Your loving family,
Sue, Amanda, and Emily

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Quilt Square in Memory of Diana Van De Grift

Diana Van De Grift was born in Piqua, Ohio on Sept. 13, 1946.  She is the daughter of the late Herschel and Dorothy Brown.  She was raised in Covington, Ohio.  After Graduation from Covington High School in 1964, she became a candy striper at Dettmer Hospital in Troy, Ohio.  While she was volunteering at the hospital, she decided that nursing was her desire.  She attended Dayton School of Practical Nursing were she Graduated as an L.P.N.  She then returned to Dettmer as a full time Nurse.  After several years in the maternity ward, she decided that she wanted to go farther and went to Edison State College to receive her degree as a R.N.  She then graduated from Edison and three area hospitals merged to become Upper Valley Medical Center.  She became a full time nurse at Piqua Hospital, the same place she was born.  She took care of everyone from the first born to the elderly whatever their sickness was. 

Diana knew from the first day she stepped foot in a hospital that nursing is what she desired.  She was a very caring nurse and would go the extra mile to make sure the patient was cared for.  She also cared for people outside of the hospital.  She was always there when someone needed her, from family to friends, and sometimes her patients.  When not in the hospital, she would run into some of her patients at stores or malls and other public places.  They would stop and thank her for all that she had done.  When asked who was that, she would say that was (call them by name) and you knew she had taken care of them by the conversation they had.  To us they were complete strangers but to her they were like family. 

While attending her funeral, a lot of people had showed up that we were not familiar with.  They would introduce themselves and the last thing they said was Diana took care of me in the hospital. You can not realize the impact she had on helping people until a complete stranger tells you that their relationship with her was their stay at the hospital.  That tells a lot about how well she did her job.  People would tell us she would sit with them while tending to them.  She would laugh with them, she would cry with them, or just listen to them tell their problems.  Before they knew it, she had already given them their shot or whatever else they needed.  She was more than a nurse to them, she was their friend.  At a place where a person needs a friend the most.  Diana spent more than 40 years helping the sick get better.  She never complained about helping someone. 

After she had left us to go on to a better place, we had gotten a phone call saying she was registered as organ and tissue donor.  Even after her death, she did not forget about who she was and continued on to helping patients by giving them what they needed to continue their life.  Now you know the type of person Diana was, she did not think about herself but about how she could help others even after she would be gone.  You can say she did her nursing duty to the fullest.  They say God only takes the best.  He took more than the best.  This nurse was our mother, grandmother, sister, and aunt and she will be dearly missed.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Christopher Patrick McIntyre

Christopher Patrick McIntyre was kind, loving, funny, generous, serious, helpful and thoughtful.  As a boy, Chris enjoyed spending time with family and friends, playing baseball and football, wrestling, drawing, listening to music, water skiing, snow skiing and learning about history.  At the age of 16, a few days before his junior year in high school, Chris and a friend were traveling on a moped bike and had a head on collision with a pick-up truck.  Both boys were injured, but since Chris was driving without a helmet, he suffered the most serious injuries.  In addition to numerous broken bones, Chris had a serious head injury and lay in a coma for approximately six months.  As he gradually came out of the coma it was discovered that he was blind and the he had to relearn EVERYTHING all over again.  After several years, Chris was able to return to school and earn his high school diploma.

Chris enjoyed being productive and worked 4 days a week for 8 years at a center for the blind.  He was s a healthy, happy young man of 38 when he died in his sleep at home of a seizure which was related to his accident 22 years ago.  Those who have received Chris’s donations of himself are indeed fortunate!

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Quilt Square in Memory of Stephen Long

Stephen Michael Long was a wonderful husband, father and friend.  He could make you laugh by the silly things he would say and the nick names he had given certain people.  He was a hard worker and loved his family dearly.  Steve had a church family that he loved dearly.  He devoted his life to Christ at an early age and was faithful to his church and pastor.

Steve, we thought of you with love today but that is nothing new, we thought about you yesterday and the day before too.  We think of you in silence, we often speak your name, now all we have are memories and pictures in a frame.  No farewell words ever spoken, no time to say goodbye, you were gone before we knew it and only God knows why.  Your memory is our keepsake with which we will never part, how can we ever forget you, we have you in our hearts!!!

Love you,
Kim, Bryan, Kesha, Alma, Stephen 2 and Cameron

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Quilt Square in Memory of Mark Hild

Mark was diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy when he was 8 years old and not expected to live beyond his teens.  He was 33 years old when he died.

His disease was progressive requiring that he wear leg braces until he could no longer walk.  He then progressed to a manual wheelchair.  When he could no longer propel his wheelchair and as the weakness in his arms progressed, he required a motorized wheelchair that he could propel with his chin.  Finally during his the last several years of his life, he required a tracheotomy and a ventilator to breathe for him.

He endured many hospitalizations over the years.  In spite of all his challenges, he earned a BA in Psychology from Wright State University after 10 years of persistence.  Following graduation, he worked for Wright State as a research support tech working from home on a voice activated computer.

He had a positive attitude and was an inspiration to many.  Having outlived many of his friends with MD, he did not want a funeral – “have a party - I’m going to be with my friends.”

Throughout his life he always said someday he would walk again and he is walking and running all over heaven with his friends.

Alice Hild

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Quilt Square in Memory of Billy Joe Lykins

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Quilt Square in Memory of Scott Ayers

The night that my husband passed away suddenly from a brain aneurysm, I was in a state of total shock – I think I was just numb.  But another shock came a few hours later when I received a call from Community Tissue Services.  Scott had been an organ and tissue donor, and I had no idea.

Scott never wanted to talk about death or dying, and especially never wanted to discuss organ and tissue donation.  So, I was very surprised when I was contacted, and informed that Scott had organ donation on his driver’s license.  Because of the nature of his death, he was unable to donate organs.  However, after discussing it with the family, we all agreed that tissue donation would be something positive for us to do.

Now that I have had months to take it all in, I am not surprised that Scott made the decision to be a donor.  Although it was very hard for him to discuss donation, it goes along with his personality.  Scott always put everyone else’s needs in front of his own, and never wanted any fuss made about his generosity.  He made sure that this would continue even after he left this earth.  His giving nature overcame his fears.

My children are too young to understand the wonderful gift that their Daddy gave to numerous strangers.  But someday, I will share it with them.  It will give them yet another reason to be proud of their father; product of the life that he lived, and proud of the gifts that he left behind.

Amy Ayers

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Quilt Square in Memory of Ron Musselman

MY BROTHERS’ GIFTS

In the spring of 2004, we were watching a TV show where they were discussing the need for organ donors.  The MC of the presentation told of the need for donors and Ron said to me, “You know I am a donor.”  I offhandedly said, “I am too.”  Those words really didn’t mean much to me until three months later when they became a reality.

On a September morning, my hubby went biking with our son-in-law.  This was the third time they had planned this ride and this time it was going to come off as scheduled.  Our son-in-law was drafting behind Ron and he doesn’t really know what happened.  All of a sudden Ron’s bicycle did something like a wheelie and Ron crashed on the pavement, on his back, with the bicycle on top of him.  Ron was wearing a helmet, was on the bikeway, with no apparent obstructions on the blacktop, but he fell and crushed his head and broke his neck.  Ken knew immediately it was a bad crash. He is a Montgomery County Sheriff and used his police radio to call for help.  Ron was breathing on his own but was unconscious.  Care Flight quickly came, administered to him, and he was transported to Miami Valley Hospital.  He remained in a coma for eight days with the doctors telling us there was no hope.  I remembered Ron’s urgency about being a donor.  I was quickly put in touch with Life Connection of Ohio.  When I first met Ellen, an organ procurer, I remember thinking this really is the end.  How am I going to discuss this conclusion of Ron’s life?  She graciously explained exactly what being a donor meant.  Ellen was compassionate and told my daughters and me we could donate any part of Ron that we chose to give.  Before this, my only knowledge was maybe donating the heart, kidneys or liver.  Because he was so healthy, our decision was to donate anything they needed that could be useful to someone else.  Ellen patiently presented the checklist and graciously went through the list with us.  You can even decide if you loved one’s organs should be transported to donors outside the United States.  After meeting with Ellen, I felt such a peace settle over me.

Now, this is the beginning of Ron’s story and I say this because the recipients now have a new life beginning – to this date, I have been notified that Ron’s donations touched 50 people.  I didn’t know before---that tissue, bone, corneas, skin were also useful.  I say this is the beginning because I know he saved several lives with his kidneys, and liver.  Heart valves can replace damaged ones, bones can prevent amputations, veins can restore blood circulation, tissue can repair tendons and ligaments, and skin can help burn victims heal.  Hundreds of thousands of people have benefited from organ and tissue transplants.  Success rates for heart, liver, lung, kidney and pancreas transplants continue to improve each year.  Bone grafting is performed to replace bones destroyed by tumors, trauma and infection.  A girl from California the same age as our daughters received Ron’s cornea and regained her sight.  I have had contact with the family of the person who received his liver and know their appreciation.  I was at a presentation recently and spoke with a recipient of a liver and pancreas transplant as well as another gentleman that was a heart recipient and know first hand their appreciation.

Children can be a surprising comfort.  As I said, Ron was 6’4” tall and when I told my family of all of Ron’s donations including his leg bones my grandson said, “Grandma, whoever gets grandpa’s legs bones is going to be awfully tall!”  Organ donation goes beyond being the donor.  My family knows what a blessing it has been for them.  They have a better knowledge of what donation can do for others.  There is this sense of “on-going”!

Organ and tissue donation is literally a “gift of life.”  If I were to put a title on Ron’s donation it would be “My Brothers’ Gifts”.  John 15:13 says, “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”  We are all brothers in this world and the kindest thing you can do is be a “Ron” and donate whatever you can – your blessings will be multiplied and God’s love will be great.

Lu Musselman

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Quilt Square in Memory of James C. Woodcock II

The patch enclosed is in memory of James Clifford Woodcock II.  He was born in Middletown, Ohio, on Sept. 19, 1989.  James was 14 years old when he passed away on June 7, 2004.  James was a friendly, helpful, young boy who touched many lives in his short years.  He saved lives with the organs that were recovered from James.

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Quilt Square in Memory of Buddy Turner

This is a little bit of the Buddy Turner that I would like to share with you.  He is my oldest son.  He has 2 younger brothers.  We all miss him like crazy everyday.

Buddy always lived life so carefree, unwilling to let the little things bother him.  He also had a fiancé.  His dog Kalm is a golden lab.  Go figure, Buddy as rowdy and outgoing would name his dog Kalm.

Buddy gave a lot of people a second chance.  I hope and pray that the people he has helped realize how lucky they are to have a part of Buddy, my pride and joy.  I am so proud of him.

Amy McKenzie

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Quilt Square in Memory of Jami Copeland

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Quilt Square in Memory of Gary Wombold

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Quilt Square in Memory of Alex Wendt

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