Thoughts from Monica Goodwin
March 2, 2010

My mother was a true Southern lady – genteel, kind and very compassionate. Always putting her family first, she provided never ending empathy and support to all her children. She adored every one of her grandchildren and great grandchildren, and in turn they admired and loved her. My mother loved her garden, full of blossoming flowers, shrubs and even the occasional snake or toad. She enjoyed sultry summer days, cold winter nights and everything related to nature. As a librarian she loved her books, but most of all she loved her family, her friends and enjoyed interacting with the diverse range of people she came in contact with every day at the library and elsewhere. She was a devoted wife. My mother and father, Peter, enjoyed each other’s company every day. They had a wonderful life together, from the family they lovingly raised to their wide ranging travels later in life. I shall forever remember her sparkling blue eyes, pure soul and the smell of violets, her favorite flower. Sorrowful yet joyful it was my good fortune to be one of her beloved children. Love, Monica

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