Dad was the only adult male I ever trusted.

You just watch somebody you love slowly, slowly disappear and go away.

It was my sister Maureen who was responsible for my becoming a Reagan.

Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.

I constantly looked for motherly protection.

I'm getting a little tired of everybody quoting Ronald Reagan.

I think he would have been proud and smiling... when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end.