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Portia Pennington

Bless you. Thinking of you, in the rain, with the music, with your memories.

Sally Bender

Our family did the same thing eight and a half years ago when we lost my husband and Erin and Bret's beloved Dad. Music was so much a part of our family road trips, of bits of humor as he always made up his own words if he couldn't remember them and a connection through us to the people who attended the memorial service. I still listen to those songs often: sometimes with tears, often with a smile and always with wonderful memories of a terrific father and husband. So much connects us and keeps our loved ones forever in our hearts.


Last week I had an hour between leaving work and meeting people for dinner, so I browsed around a bookstore. I opened a collection of Alice stories by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor and found it was dedicated to Martin Small. I assume this must be your Martin- I think I've read before that you and Phyllis are friends. Anyway, I thought of you, and wanted to let you know.

Lois Lowry

Yes, that was "my" Martin. That was a book with some references to chamber music in it, and he acted as her advisor since that was his field of expertise. Another of Phyllis's books..I think it was called "Blizzard"...has my brother, a doctor, listed in the acknowledgements, because he helped her out with some medical information. And my book called "The Silent Boy" acknowledges Phyllis, because the book is illustrated with old photos, and one came from her family.
I'm glad you reminded me of all of this!

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