August 18, 2008
Here’s how Dad met Allie: She moved into the house across the street. While she was unpacking, there was a knock on the door. She opened it, but didn’t see anyone. Then she heard a small voice saying “Welcome to Coulsdon.” Looking down, she saw a small blonde boy, clutching a bouquet of marigolds. She invited him in, and they were friends for the rest of Allie’s long life. Dad and I always visited her on my annual trips to London and we always brought her a bouquet of marigolds. Her friendship was a truly precious gift in our lives.