Our mother, Winona Nancy Dandrow (maiden name Walker), passed from this earth early in the morning
of May 18, 2026. If you didn’t already know her there is no way to for us to share the magnitude of
all she was and still is to so many with words and listed accomplishments. We have chosen instead
to let those blessed enough to have known her to find her in the sunlight and in their memories and
for those didn’t to find her in this glimpse of her sunlight.
In Our Mother’s Own Words…
What does my seeing of the setting sun’s lighting, the yellow flowers in that slender shaft,
Have to do with the sound of a cardinal chipping her way between dusk and dark?
I try not to look at the flaming butterfly alight in the sun’s pointedness. If I do not see it, perhaps
She will not and make a meal of it.
Just like that, the sun is gone.
The cardinal is gone.
Now the butterfly loosely flys away.
I shall be gone too and then what will my having seen the setting sun’s lighting of this scene
have to do with anything?
Nancy Dandrow
“But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.”
William Shakespeare