I remember coming over when we were preteens and hanging out in the basement, Jean making homemade mac and cheese and telling us all about how she makes it taste so good. When we were in high school and college, l remember stopping to pick Amy up and the sing song way Jean would call for Amy. I have a little recording of her voice and laugh in my head, they were both so uniquely hers. When we were older and you were up in Cleveland and I would take walks and stop to see your parents or stop by to drop something or pick something up, I remember both your parents sitting out front under their tree watching the neighbors and enjoying the fresh air. The smile your dad would get as your mom told a story, usually about the crazy neighbors. That's how I always remember them both; under the tree and happy in each others company. My heart and prayers go out to you all. God Bless. Love you Amy, Suzi