Nan,

You have climbed mountains.
You have ridden miles - across Iowa - 80 rpm in one place.
You walked across the stage Sunday,
not bending to Parkinson's
and told us of plasma.
You share the spices that bring tears, the bouquet of wine
after so many years.
A gentle smile, a determination to press forward
and help us remember
we are all in this together.

Thank you,
Doug