Sorry I did not go with the others today. Dad called this morning and left a message, but his message was cutting out. I figured that you were putting flowers on Gloria's grave, but could not understand when. I assumed that it was tomorrow, since that would have been her birthday. When I called Dad back, it was too late. I think that Bertha was right, she probably was the quietest of us and she did have strength and courage. Bertha did forget one other thing that she enjoyed, which was a sale, what we call a garage sale, but I forget what they're called there. Good night. Margaret