Sherry L. Plechaty

“God saw that she was very tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around her, and whispered, “Come to Me.” With tearful eyes, we watched her suffer, and we saw her fade away. Although we loved her deeply, we could not make her stay.” In loving memory of my Mom, Sherry Lynn Plechaty, whose happiest days were spent tending her garden- proudly growing tomatoes and cucumbers every summer- and who found joy in her weekly shopping trips, always hinting for the best deals with a smile and a sparkle in her eye. **