She used to go the hospital each week. She was a Pink Lady - sort of an older Candy Striper,

On their first date, they drove to the top of Lookout Mountain. For years she kept the red hat she wore on that date.

He loved the arrangement so much, he asked her if he could keep it as a memento.

We literally had thousands of people coming in and out of our house. Everyone remembers her graciousness and the way she opened her home up to guests. All the wedding receptions were at our house. The funeral meals were at our house. We were encouraged to laugh and tell stories, share memories and savor family stories.

She used to push a snack cart around. She would go into rooms and rearrange flowers and toss the dead ones out. It was a small gesture, but the patients really appreciated it.

I was a goth girl in high school. Perhaps the powdered white face and the black lipstick were not the most attractive. I felt fabulous at the time but looking back, uh, probably not the best idea.