My best friends gifted us with "Charlotte's Tree" which is a continued source of my peace. She will always be with us but her tree is a living reminder of her incredible spirit. It's a crape myrtle and will bloom in pink. And, oddly, a little birdie has claimed it as its own. It sings and sings and sings every morning. I would like to think that it's my SWEET CHARLOTTE singing her song. She didn't get her voice from her mother though...that's for sure.