Cheryl Graham
It may be too late to share this in the sense Ann's daughters may not see it. My name is Cheryl Graham and I met your mother over 20 years ago while she was in Oxford taking a class. I remember going down to the train station to go to Stratford upon Avon where Shakespeare had grown up. I was spending the summer backpacking around Europe. That day the train wasnt running but there were buses we could take. I boarded the bus and sat towards the front. A little bit later your mother got on the bus (she had a cane ...I believe she was still recovering from hip surgery) anyhow she asked if she could sit in the spot next to me. I said yes and so began our journey. We spent the whole day together taking our time wandering around. We went to the globe theater and your mom wanted to take a tour but they told us they didnt give tours but you could go to the globe in London. Your mom starting chatting with them and a few minutes later we were on a private tour. We had lunch spoke about Arabian horses and how she had written to the queen and asked permission to see her stables. Ann said she had been granted permission and asked me if I'd like to go with her. I was unable since I already had tickets to the military tattoo in Scotland. We exchanged emails and often wrote to each other over the years. Your mother was kind, intelligent and just a joy to spend time with. I always remember fondly our day together. I would call to speak with her sometimes and she was just a sweetheart. She was so proud of her daughters. She sent me a copy of Catherine's book and some beautiful cards made by Cynthia. When I adopted two boys your mom sent a national geographic globe for our new adventures together....she even tried to convince me I needed a horse or a pure bred dog and that she knew people to go through. She listened when I spoke of the challenges of adopting out of foster care. She encouraged me to challenge myself. I thought and will always think very highly of your mother. She is one person I look forward to reconnecting with in heaven some day.
I am truly sorry for tour loss. I lost my father in January of 2019 and know how hard it can be. How all of a sudden we have so many things we wish we could ask them, moments where a song or smell will bring back memories and with it a mixture of heartache and joy. I will pray for tour mother and for you. She was a beautiful Individual.
Sincerely,
Cheryl Graham