Hello my beloved sister, Peka Bertha.... It was Thursday, last year, 11/6/08, that we received the phone call at around 6am, that you left us and move to the beautiful spirit world to greet everyone there! We had just finished cleaning up at around 3am, the apartment we lived in and moved to our new home, when we received the call. We missed you, but I am very jealous too, but grateful that you are there with my precious Bertha, and of course all our beloved family members.....Eventhough we miss you here, it sure gives me comfort that Bertha's other mom is there with her.....Thank you my sister for being a wonderful loving mother and aunt to our precious Bertha...I know you are having a wonderful reunion there......Well, I do miss our loooooong phone conversations, especially when you start talking to your children and carrying on conversation with them, while I'm hanging on the phone.....Your phone etiquette is sooooooooooo fired! hehehehehe!!....but I love you still, and sure miss your phone calls......I wish I had the chance to speak at your family funeral service.....You know I had to cook the sweet and sour and of course I had to clean up everybody's mess, before I cook....We didn't even sleep the whole night, with Failalo and Liz...but eventhough, I was able to make it to the service, but the time was up for the family to speak, I was glad I didn't miss it......anyway, your brother-in-law and I were just so glad that we made it to your services. We were so broke, after the purchase of our home, but lucky enough we still had the rent money to pay our last rent, and so we used it to pay our fares.....We were so sorry, we didn't have money to give to your beloved husband, to help out, but all we wanted is to be there in person. I knew you would felt the same way.....I hope you didn't mind your brother, when he spoke a lot about Bertha at your funeral service; he was meant to compare her to you and in the same manner you both went thru and endured to the end, but he concluded before he mentioned you and the memories he has of you. If you remembered, he never spoke a word about his daughter at her funeral services.....and so maybe when he spoke again, whoever is going to be the next to come there, he will probably spoke about you......but he loves you so, you know that......and I love you too......Thank you again for your great example and being just a loving beautiful sister.....to me and your hard headed loving brothers!!!...We love you all, please take care of my baby! Our never ending, eternal love to all of you there, our beloved family......I love you mifi! (you always call me that, when you call, whatever that word means!!)......Love you forever and ever.......! Your loving eternal sister....Julia Samoa

I remember growing up where we had to sing in the ward choir...no matter how old we were...we even sang before we had morning and evening prayers. I'll write more later when I can see the screen. I love you mom.