In loving memory of Molly Beach Weinman February 6.

This winter deepens your absence with each inch of white powder. Oh how we miss the days of playing with you in the snow. Our voices still call for you as they drift into the quiet storms. Sloan brings us sunshine from the south, as she keeps her promise of success. How we long for the days to be reunited once again to make snow angels in the sky.

Missing you.

Love,

Mom, Dad, Banker III, Emily