Iris was born in Singapore on February 28, 1948. She is much loved and will always be remembered by all her friends and family. I know you're still watching from up above but I fear I'm lost without my Mother's love. Gone is the hand that clears my path, wipes the tears from my cheek, is my rock and my staff. You keep me from falling, when I am down, replace a frown with a laugh, oh how I miss the sound. I remember our road trips, we were always lost but you were always there, no matter the cost. Mom...you gave all you had, whole-hearted and true and when one of us hurt, you felt the pain too. You are forever an angel of unconditional love and yet though we believe in the Father, sixty-two years is hardly enough. I will struggle onward to find hope in your loss, knowing time is the enemy but I'll see you again. In you Mom, God has taken not one but three, my best friend, my confidant, the believer in me. You've found peace with the angels, Mama, Ahkong and somewhere in time we'll all come along. Dearest Mom, when my cup runs over and I've earned all I can, I'll climb the stairs up to heaven and I will look for your hand. I love you. --Michael A Wolfe, Jr.