I can't even begin to grasp this loss. There is comfort in having contact with those who loved Ingrid. She was rich in talent, rich in laughter, rich in goodness. And I can hear her say, "Ah shucks...go on." And I will, Ingrid.
I love you Ingrid. You were a light in my life.
Teach those angels how to polka to the accordion. I am certain you are soaring.
Yer pal,
Margo
--Margo Dean
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