Lin and I, oh how cute we are here.....Lin is my best friend, my first friend. She was born in '57 and I in '58. Lin died in '66. How I have missed her. She has lived on within me. I overcame a lot of obstacles in my life....just, simply, because I lived for Lin, too, and there wasn't any mountain that we could not climb...together. As we did way back then, we shall run the fields again and dance among the leaves of the cottonwood. Her giggle has never left my heart. I love you, Lin.