Whenever Aunt Joan and Uncle Bill and us kids came over to visit, Amy was my play mate. We spent a lot of time together. Although I was young, I knew I had a very loving friend in Amy. Her heart and her smile were as big as the ocean. I will miss you my dear friend. I love you! P.S. When I watch the Mets play, I will think of you! Let's Go Mets, right Amy? May God hold you in the palm of his hand now and forever until we meet again.
