Janet McBreen

Hi. You don’t know me but I remember your mom, Janet. You see, I too, walk the Stoughton trails. We would often bump into one another and chat away. Boy, she was always a welcome sight for me, you see…I saw a lot of myself in her…pretty darn introverted and independent which sometimes results in spending much needed time alone. Your mom made that seem not so weird. Part of her still lives inside me and that’s a pretty cool thought. Sincerely, Margaret…a fellow walker.