Briar Rose McAlpine
Beloved Friend and Companion
b. 7/27/01 – d. 2/25/09

So runs my dream, but what am I?
An infant crying in the night
An infant crying for the light
And with no language but a cry.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

-Tennyson

"Our peace be with you forever Briar. We love you!"

Bruce & Tawni