Marty, Diane, and all members of the Van Houdnos family, I am truly sorry to know of your sudden loss and it is like a member of my own family has died as well. I may not have been in close touch with Mrs. V, but she has definitely been one of my "second mothers" all these years. I first got to know her, of course, when my sister Mary started dating Joe Comiskey and I got my own foot in the door to the Comiskey/ Van Houdnos/ Frazier circle of family and friends. But my earliest specific memory of Mrs. V is from early August 1981, the day after Mary disappeared, when Mrs. V organized a search party of, I believe, about 21 people to comb Millikin, Fairview Park and vicinity for any trace of my sister. Mrs. V thought the world of Mary, and her care and concern during that time were deeply appreciated by the Tirpaks and the Adermanns (my mom's family). There have been times more than others when I have been in touch with her, but we did keep in touch through the years. When Jack and Jean Comiskey left Decatur about 1993, Mrs. V's house became a major gathering place whenever the Comiskeys would come back to Decatur from Kalamazoo, MI and Sun City, AZ.Mrs. V was very caring and feisty and could have a wicked sense of humor. She called me "Meekel Michael" and, I think, sometimes "kiddo." I appreciated her sometimes unconventional way of looking at things. The two of us once went on a trip together to Kalamazoo when Joe and Ellen's daughter had her Sweet 16 birthday party. She told me stories of growing up in the Rantoul area; I'll always remember the one about the ex-drinker who often stood in the middle of the street longingly looking at the bar–although drink is not my problem, sometimes I wonder what I myself am in the middle of the street looking at! We almost got hit by a semi passing us that was carrying a long load of pipes. There were also a couple of embarrassments for me on the trip: a) I went with Joe and Ellen to a Mickey Dolenz concert and forgot to tell her (and I was her ride back to the motel where we were staying); and b) although I kept fastidious records of all our expenses, it turned into a royal Tirpakian mess when we got back to Decatur. I think my figures wildly seesawed from her owing me much more, to me owing her much more. An accountant I'm not! I tried as best I could to do her right.For some years, Marty has been a member of the Writers' Group in Springfield that I have co-facilitated with our friend Donna, and we have shared a few holiday evenings together with Mrs. V, and she and Donna have become friends. In fact, recently Mrs. V invited Donna to have Thanksgiving dinner with her; because Donna usually goes down to the Adermanns with me, we were discussing the possibility of having dinner with Mrs. V that same day after coming back to Decatur. Unfortunately, it will not be happening now. I will miss not being able to go, and no longer having a surviving "anchor" of the Comiskey/ VanHoudnos clan still in place in Decatur. But we are thankful that she spent her last evening enjoying herself at her birthday celebration, and that her end was not painful and prolonged. The Lord wanted her finally to come to the birthday/ Thanksgiving celebration above all others; may He grant eternal rest unto her, and through her passing make Heaven just a little more feisty and mischievous! ??Michael C. Tirpak