Monthly Archives: February 2026
Ahhh!! The aroma of freshly baked bread. It’s enough to make your mouth water. At least these days. Not so much in ancient Greece. Personally, I can’t imagine not enjoying the smell of baking bread, but in ancient Greece, I don’t suppose anyone took real notice of it. That’s because in those days, in Greece, bread slices were used only as napkins!! It seems incredulous, but due to the communal nature of their meals, where hands were used to eat that was exactly what bread was used for. The practice, called apomagdalia, involved tearing off small pieces of dough, rolling and kneading them at the table to clean fingers after a meal. Far from being wasteful, these used dough bits were often fed to dogs or tossed to the poor, who I’m sure were thankful, but…gross!! Nevertheless, the practice minimized waste and, it did feed the poor, so there is that. Eventually, someone decided to give the bread a try, I guess, because it later graduated to being eaten by the diners themselves, with added a sustainable layer to the dining ritual.
These days, we would think it rude to eat most foods with our hands, but back then it was uncommon to eat with utensils, and in fact there weren’t any utensils. Eating with your hand when it’s a hamburger or chicken wings seems normal to us, but to eat something like spaghetti or beef stew with your hands would be really messy. Nevertheless, if they wanted to eat, they made do. Later when the bread became a part of the meal, it was used to slop up any gravy or juice to clean up the plate. That practice has been seen in many a Western movie. I guess that as napkins go, bread was the tastiest, provided the cook knew how to make good bread.
Later, the Romans introduced cloth napkins, which eventually evolved into the modern version we use today. For a time, even before the napkin, the tablecloth was used as a communal napkin. That almost seems even 
stranger to me. I love my tablecloths, and to think of people wiping their messy hands on them makes me cringe. Maybe I wasn’t alone in that thought. After all, the Romans decided on actual napkins and moved away from the tablecloth. In my opinion the best napkins are made of paper, then they don’t even require washing. And to bring the world bad to sanity, the bread is no longer used as a napkin, but rather as a food. Imagine getting up in the morning to bake bread, only to have people wipe their hands with it. That is a crazy idea.
Back in high school, I met the man who would become the love of my life. From that moment, I knew no one else could ever compare to him. Bob is my soulmate…the missing piece that makes me whole. I can’t imagine life without him. He’s the father of my children, my confidant, and, most importantly, my best friend.
Bob and I married young…I was almost 19, and he was 20. Many might say we were lucky, but honestly, it was hard work that helped us beat the odds. Marriage isn’t easy. When you’re young, it’s easy to believe it’s all hearts and flowers, but if you can’t handle the rough patches, those sweet moments won’t last. We’re both stubborn and hate to lose, and I think that determination carried us through the tough times. Eventually, it became second nature…we just knew our love would survive the hard days and endure through the years.
I can’t imagine how different life would be if we had never met, and I’m grateful I never had to find out. We’ve faced tough times, like the challenges of caregiving we’ve dealt with over the years, but I believe we’re exactly where we’re meant to be. If we weren’t together, I don’t know where those we care for would have been. You never really know how your spouse will step up to care for your parents until that moment arrives, and not everyone can manage that role for their own parents, let alone in-laws. I’m thankful Bob was there to grow old with me, and that I could be there for him through those hard moments.
So much has changed as we’ve grown from love-struck kids to parents and then grandparents. Looking back on 
all we’ve shared, I realize that while there were challenges along the way, the richness of our life together far outweighs those brief, harder moments. I wouldn’t trade a single second for any other kind of life. I’ve taken this journey with the man I love, and I’m so thankful God brought us together. He knew what was best for us and that this would be the love of our lives. Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart!! Thank you for making my life’s journey so rich. I will always love you and thank God for you!!
War is a terrible thing, but there are moments throughout history that show a side of war mixed with a bit of humanity…even when things are looking bleak. This happened with the Liechtenstein army. Liechtenstein is the fourth smallest country in Europe, and it is the sixth smallest country in the world. While the country would seem vulnerable, Liechtenstein has managed to stay neutral during many wars, even the two world wars. Interestingly, they didn’t even have an army when they banned the Nazi party from their country, having disbanded their army in 1868. It made sense, since their last deployment was in 1866. That task was to guard the Brenner Pass between Austria and Italy. That deployment was remarkable for many reasons, as they never lost a battle or suffered any casualties. While that was remarkable, even more remarkable was the fact that they left with a force of 80 men and returned with 81, having made a new friend while defending the pass. While it’s unclear who this person was, some say an Austrian liaison officer joined the group on the way back, while others claim it was an Italian farmer. It remains one of the most amusing historical tidbits ever.
The German Confederation dissolved in 1866, and due to its unpopularity and the rising costs of upkeep, Liechtenstein disbanded its 80-man army on February 12, 1868, declaring permanent neutrality. In 1893, former soldiers formed a veterans’ association, which had 141 members by 1896. The last surviving member, Andreas Kieber, passed away in 1939 at the age of 94.
Liechtenstein’s military history goes back to its earlier days as the County of Vaduz and the Lordship of Schellenberg. Once the country got rid of its army, it has never had one again. Still, the constitution requires citizens to defend the nation if there’s an external threat, and the army can be brought back if needed. What amazes me the most about this country without an army is that they stood up to the Nazis with no army. Far bigger nations fell to the Nazis, and they had an army too, but it didn’t matter. I suppose Hitler might have 
decided that the tiny nation of Lichtenstein wasn’t worth conquering, but then again, it should have been easy to just incorporate it into his masterplan. Nevertheless, when the nation banned the Nazis, they left and that was the end of it. I don’t think it is often advisable for a nation to disband its army, but in this case, it has worked out fine.
In this modern era, we take hospitals for granted, expecting to see at least one in every town of sustainable size. The first hospital in not only the Colonies, but in the Americas, is Pennsylvania Hospital, founded in 1751 by Dr Thomas Bond and Benjamin Franklin. Pennsylvania Hospital was founded to care for the sick, poor, and mentally ill who roamed the streets of Philadelphia. As the city grew rapidly, the need for organized medical care became urgent. Inspired by his time in European hospitals, Dr Thomas Bond imagined a place where anyone could receive medical help, no matter their financial means. In full agreement with Dr Bond, Benjamin Franklin, a well-known civic leader, played a key role in raising the funds to build the hospital.
The founding of Pennsylvania Hospital was a major milestone in the history of healthcare in the Americas. As the first institution devoted to caring for those in need, it set the stage for future medical facilities across the continent. Quickly becoming a beacon of hope, it offered everything from surgeries to mental health care and played a key role in shaping how healthcare was delivered in the United States. On May 11, 1751, the Pennsylvania legislature granted a charter to establish a hospital “to care for the sick, poor, and insane who wandered the streets of Philadelphia,” according to the history of Pennsylvania Hospital. Founded by Benjamin Franklin and Dr Thomas Bond, Pennsylvania Hospital has been the backdrop for many of the nation’s “firsts,” along with numerous other significant medical, historical, and cultural achievements. Chosen by Franklin and Bond, as the official seal was the story of the Good Samaritan. The seal reading, “Take Care of Him and I will repay Thee” ushers in a new attitude of social responsibility. In 1752, a temporary hospital is opened in a house on High (Market) Street and Elizabeth Gardner. A Quaker widow was appointed matron.
In 1755, Franklin wrote the inscription for the cornerstone of the East Wing, laid at the hospital’s current site at 8th and Pine on land the hospital purchased. Patients began being admitted the following year, in 1756. Over 
the years, Pennsylvania Hospital has grown and adapted, staying true to its mission of offering accessible and fair healthcare. Its original values of compassion and innovation still shape the medical field today, highlighting the importance of caring for everyone in need. The Pennsylvania Hospital, founded in 1751, is known as the first hospital in the Americas, and it also set the stage for modern healthcare practices and institutions in the area.
My sister, Allyn Hadlock is the youngest of my siblings, and very devoted to her family. Her kids can’t say enough complimentary things about their mom. Her daughter, Lindsay says, “Is she a great mom and grandma?! The best! We love her so much. She is always there for us-rain or shine! What a faithful example she is to us all. She loves the Lord and instilled that same love in us. That’s the greatest gift. One thing that she makes time for every weekday-is a morning phone call from Mackenzie. Mackenzie loves that special time to get to talk to her!” Allyn has spent time with Mackenzie in a “babysitting” capacity, although Mackenzie barely needs a babysitter anymore. Nevertheless, whenever Mackenzie’s parents, Lindsay and Shannon Moore have to go out of town, Allyn loads up her computer and makes the trip to Laramie, and they spend precious time together. Allyn’s ability to mover her virtual office to Lindsay’s house and to her daughter, Jessi Sawdon’s house in Cheyenne when the girls need a babysitter for their daughters Mackenzie and Adelaide had been a great blessing. Sometimes travel without the kids in needed, and having a caregiver available is wonderful.
Allyn’s daughter Kellie Thompson says, “She is the best mom in the world!! She is always taking care of 
everyone and making sure we have what we need!! She spent so much time during the wedding (Kellie and husband Tim Thompson were married June 28, 2025) making sure that the flowers and decorations were perfect! She was always right there helping me pick everything out and making me feel so incredibly special! She wanted me to have EVERYTHING I wanted! She is hilarious and kind and generous 24:7 and that’s an understatement! She is so excited about baby girl Thompson (due June 8, 2026) and helping me and giving advice and being there for me every step of the way and I couldn’t ask for a better mom, role model and friend! She is so strong in her faith, and she has made sure that she is creating a legacy of faith our entire lives!” The planning of Kellie’s wedding, and the wedding of her other children was a special time in Allyn’s life. She has fully enjoyed every part of her children’s lives, with weddings and babies the highlights.
Allyn’s husband, Chris Hadlock decided to take Allyn on a wonderful birthday vacation to Marco Island, Florida, and they have had an awesome time. They stayed at a beautiful hotel on one of the upper floors, so they had an amazing view of the water. They took several walks along the beach, enjoying the abundance of seashells 
that washed up with every tide and the sunsets in the evenings. They took an airboat ride through the Everglades, and saw lots of wildlife, birds and of course, alligators. Then they went through Fort Meyers and saw some of the remaining hurricane damage. That was sad. They took a shelling, birding dolphin boat tour and especially enjoyed the way the dolphins “played” with the boat. The hotel even had a Superbowl Party, which was fun…even though their teams weren’t playing. They even played some miniature golf. They enjoyed the trip immensely, and I’m sure they wish it could last a bit longer, but they head home tomorrow, after a great birthday week. Today is Allyn’s birthday. Happy birthday Allyn!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
My grandnephew, Jake Harman has always been a “big kid at heart” as his wife Melanie told me…not that she had to tell me that. Anyone who knows Jake knows that about him. Jake loves playing with his babies, Alice, Izabella, and Jaxx, as well as his nephew, Nathaniel all the time! Jake can often be found tossing the children around, chasing them, and making them giggle and scream with happiness. Melanie tells me that he is an amazing dad and uncle, and “loves them all with his whole heart.” I think anyone who knows him knows that is true. Jake is the kind of “kid at heart” dad who doesn’t mind the fact that “peace and quiet” rarely prevail in his home.
Of her husband, Melanie says, “He is an amazing husband that 
reminds me every day of how beautiful I am and how much he needs me and loves me. I couldn’t ask for anything better than this man that I have now in my life. I love his excitement with certain games he gets and plays or when he gets a new sword or an ax of some kind to add to his collection! His imagination is so amazing, and I love how he comes up with songs and stories that he loves to tell me! It’s truly amazing to be around him and watch him every day! And every day I do it with a smile in my heart!” I couldn’t have expressed her feelings anywhere near as perfectly as Melanie did, but then Melanie knows Jake better than anyone on Earth, and she loves him forever and always.
Jake always seems to be the face of positivity. No matter what things are going on in his life, he stays positive. When Jake and his sister, Siara Kirk were little kids, he was always there for her. They were the best of friends, and while they are both married now…to their best friends, they are also best friends with each other too. That is something that will never change. Jake was always protective of his little sister, and now he is the same way with his nephew. Jake is a very family-oriented guy, and the love he feels for his family runs deep. He has grown into a great man, and his family is very proud of him. Today is Jake’s birthday. Happy birthday Jake!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
Imagine living in a place where owning or even borrowing a book could get you—and anyone who gave you one—killed. During the Holocaust, Jews and other nationalities or religious groups who didn’t fit the Nazi ideal of the Aryan race were considered “non-people” and therefore expendable. They weren’t allowed to live like others, and their lives were deemed unworthy of care. Friends and neighbors were often expected to turn them in to be deported to ghettos or even killed. They were frequently powerless to help themselves, yet many never lost hope. When the Nazis occupied Czechoslovakia in 1939, persecution of Jews began almost immediately. Life was hard for everyone, but children were often in greater danger than anyone else. Many were too young to work, making them even less “important” in the eyes of the Nazis. To make it worse, they were often separated from their parents, losing everything familiar to them.
In 1942, 13-year-old Dita Polachova and her parents were deported to the Theresienstadt Ghetto, where life became even harsher. Later, they were sent to Auschwitz, where Dita’s father died. She and her mother were forced into labor in Germany and eventually sent to the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where her mother also died. Despite enduring immense loss, Dita never gave up. She risked her life to protect eight books smuggled in by Auschwitz prisoners, hiding them in her smock and circulating them among the children in Block 31. Books were forbidden in the camps, as the Nazis sought to deny prisoners any knowledge of the outside world or access to educational materials. Believing the prisoners would not survive, the Nazis saw no need for them to have anything but work and death.
The prisoners had their own ideas. Inside the walls was a family camp called BIIb, where children could play and sing, though schooling was forbidden. Still, the Nazis couldn’t completely impose their will. Defying orders, Fredy Hirsch set up a small but impactful school to care for the children while their parents labored in the camp. The biggest challenge was finding materials—books had to be hidden from Nazi guards at all costs. In January 1944, Hirsch chose Dita, a courageous and independent young woman from Prague, to become the new Librarian of Auschwitz, a role she embraced with great dedication.
While her parents struggled to survive in Auschwitz, Dita fought her own battle to protect the books that brought joy to the camp’s children. These books offered a brief escape from the grim reality surrounding them. As the war went on, Dita continued to serve the teachers and children of Block 31 with dedication. Her situation worsened when her father died of pneumonia in the camp, leaving her alone with her aging, weakening mother. Realizing the camp was merely a front for Nazi propaganda, Dita battled despair and questioned the value of 
her life. By March 1944, hopelessness deepened when the Nazis announced that inmates from the previous September would be transferred—code for execution. The BIIb camp continued until news broke of its liquidation, with the healthy separated from the rest. Liesl, Dita’s frail mother, narrowly managed to sneak into the group deemed fit to work alongside her daughter, and they were sent to Bergen-Belsen. Just as Dita felt the end was near, Allied forces liberated the camp, but it was too late for her mother, who died shortly after the English arrived. Though free at last, Dita paid a heavy price—one most can hardly imagine. She later married author Otto Kraus, and together they settled in Israel as teachers.
As the British found out, it’s never a good idea to antagonize the people of the United States of America…and while it’s a bad idea to antagonize us, it’s an even worse idea to underestimate us. On February 7, 1775, in London, Benjamin Franklin published “An Imaginary Speech” defending American courage. His piece aimed to respond to an unnamed officer’s remarks to Parliament, claiming the British had nothing to fear from the colonial rebels because “Americans are inferior to the people of this country [Britain] in devotion to women, in courage, and worst of all, they are religious.” Apparently, according to that officer, being religious was a “sign of weakness.” It was a statement he would come to regret. Benjamin Franklin was a Pennsylvania scientist and diplomat who went on to sign both the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution.
In anger, Franklin met the three-pronged critique with his trademark wit and sharp insight. Observing that the colonial population had grown while the British population had shrunk, he quipped that American men must be more “effectually devoted to the fair sex” than their counterparts across the Atlantic. When it came to American courage, Franklin told a story from the Seven Years’ War in which colonial militias heroically saved blundering British regulars from strategic mistakes and cowardice. With poetic flair, Franklin proclaimed, “Indiscriminate Accusations against the Absent are cowardly Calumnies.” In reality, these militias were often undisciplined and ineffective early in the war. New Englanders, unused to taking orders and unfamiliar with the basics of military life, made themselves sick by refusing to build latrines, falling ill from their own waste. During the American Revolution, Washington echoed many of the same frustrations voiced by British officers as he tried to shape American farmers into an effective fighting force.
Benjamin Franklin was not a religious man, but he set aside his own dislike for the devout things and reminded his readers that it was the “zealous Puritans who had rid Britain of the despised King Charles I.” He figured his 
critic was a Stuart sympathizer…meaning Catholic…and therefore not particularly fond of American Protestants, “who inherit from those ancestors not only the same religion, but also the same love of liberty and spirit.” While Franklin didn’t always agree with the American Protestants, he knew well the value of the American spirit that would never allow the British to continue to run roughshod over the colonies. The American people were done with Britain, and the Revolutionary War would prove that fact conclusively.
My niece, Jenny Spethman is a wonderful girl who has been through much in her life, and yet has come through it all, a little worse for wear, but stronger than ever. Of course, Jenny’s strength didn’t come just from herself. Mostly, it came from her devotion to God, who has taken her through the difficult loss of her older daughter, Laila from a heart defect just 22 days after her birth. Her devotion to God brought her husband, Steve Spethman, into her life. Steve was a gift from God, and she a gift from God to Steve. Theirs was a marriage made in Heaven. Together, Jenny and Steve sloshed their way through the loss of their daughter…and it was like sloshing through quicksand, but they hung onto each other and to God, and they came out the other side. No, they will never stop missing sweet Laila…until they are reunited in Heaven, that is, but they have been strong for each other and in their faith. 
Jenny loves to get up very early in the morning. She watches the sunrise or looks at the pre-dawn sky, often catching great pictures of both and of the moon. But most of all, the early morning hours are her time with the Lord. Her study and worship time have yielded many scriptural revelations, that she has so graciously shared with her mom, Cheryl Masterson and her aunts Caryl Reed, Alena Stevens (before she went to Heaven earlier this year), Allyn Hadlock, and me. These have been blessings of the greatest kind and blessings we will cherish always. Jenny has such a sweet and kind spirit. It’s no wonder everyone loves Jenny. She is so loved, in fact, that when she is work as a runner in the law firm where she works, all her coworkers would love to have her stand and visit on her runs, but Jenny is also very ethical and responsible, 
and she keeps the chatter to a bare minimum. They understand, of course, but they do enjoy visiting with her whenever they get a chance.
Jenny loves her job as a runner, because it gives her the chance to take a walk during working hours. How many people get to do that? She runs paperwork from the firm to the courthouse, and that is vital work. The attorneys don’t have time to deliver the documents to the courthouse, and some things must be original. Faxing is out of the question. Jenny’s work is a vital part of the day-to-day operation of the firm…and she loves it. Today is Jenny’s birthday. Happy birthday Jenny!! Have a great day!! We love you!!
Stacey Daniels met her first husband, Michael Wallace in 1985, when she was 17 years old. The couple married and had their first daughter, Ashley, in 1988. A second daughter, Bree, was born in 1991. Daniels was born in Clay, New York, on July 24, 1967. Her parents were Jerry Daniels and Judie Eaton. Daniels worked for an ambulance dispatch company, while Wallace spent his nights as a mechanic, yet the family still struggled financially. Daniels said Wallace was especially close to Bree, showing a favoritism she balanced out by becoming “best friends” with their older daughter Ashley. Despite their bonds with the kids, the couple drifted apart, and rumors swirled that both were involved in extramarital affairs.
In late 1999, Wallace started feeling sick off and on. His family remembers him seeming unsteady, coughing, and looking swollen. As his strange illness dragged on through the holidays, they urged him to see a doctor, but he passed away in early 2000 before he got the chance. Doctors told Castor her husband had died of a heart attack. Although Wallace’s sister didn’t believe that and wanted an autopsy. Daniels declined, saying she trusted the doctors’ conclusion.
In 2003, Stacey married David Castor and took his last name…the name she would carry for the rest of her life. David owned an air conditioning installation and repair business, where Stacey worked as his office manager. One afternoon in August 2005, Stacey called the Onondaga County sheriff’s office, saying David had locked himself in their bedroom after an argument and hadn’t been seen or heard from in a day. She added that he had been depressed lately. When Sergeant Robert Willoughby arrived for a wellness check, he kicked in the bedroom door and found David dead. Near his body were a container of antifreeze and a half-full glass of bright green liquid. Willoughby recalled Stacey screaming, “He’s not dead, he’s not dead.”
The coroner ruled David’s death a suicide from a self-administered lethal dose of antifreeze, but suspicion arose when police found Stacey’s fingerprints on the glass and discovered a turkey baster with David’s DNA on its tip. Investigators suspected she had used it to force-feed him once he was too weak to resist. With this new lead, they obtained permission to place audio and visual surveillance at the Castor home and the gravesites of Stacey’s husbands, buried side by side at her request. Detectives figured that if she truly loved her late husbands, she would visit their graves, but she never did. Eventually, they decided the only way to prove she was behind both deaths was to exhume Wallace’s body. A toxicology report confirmed that Wallace had also died from antifreeze poisoning.
In September 2007, after her first husband’s body had been exhumed, Castor decided to kill her daughter and “best friend” Ashley for the murders to save her own skin. This was her “best friend” and yet, she felt no 
remorse. A suicide note seemed her best option, so she typed it up and presented it as Ashley’s. Castor invited Ashley to the family home in Liverpool for a drink. Ashley agreed, as Castor was not just her mother but also her “best friend.” The next day, Castor invited Ashley over for drinks at home again, offering her a “nasty-tasting” beverage that she initially turned down. Seventeen hours later, Ashley was found unconscious in bed by her younger sister, Bree. Thankfully, Bree insisted they get help, prompting Castor to call 911. When Bree briefly stepped away and returned, she discovered a suicide note beside Ashley, allegedly confessing to the murders of her father and stepfather. Castor swiftly took the note and later handed it to paramedics. Tests showed that Ashley had potentially deadly painkillers in her system and would likely have died if she’d arrived at the hospital just minutes later. When she woke up, police asked her about the murders and the suicide note. She said the last thing she remembered was her mother making her an alcoholic drink, which had never happened before. She told them she hadn’t written the note and was baffled by their questions.
The DA even pointed out that Castor may have even murdered her own father, Jerry Daniels, who died February 22, 2002, shortly after his daughter visited him in the hospital where he had a minor lung complaint. Castor’s first husband’s family also believes Castor may have killed her father by bringing in an open can of soda for her father to drink. She was the executor of his estate. On February 5, 2009, Castor was convicted of second-degree murder for poisoning David and of attempted second-degree murder for overdosing Ashley. She kept her eyes closed as the verdicts were read. Keller stated she would appeal the decision, planning to challenge the use of evidence related to Wallace’s death, for which Castor had not been charged.
On March 5, 2009, during Castor’s sentencing, Garvey urged Judge Fahey to hand down the maximum consecutive sentences, citing the brutality of David’s death. She condemned Castor for “partying in her backyard with friends like nothing was happening” while Ashley lay comatose in her room. Calling her cold, calculating, and devoid of emotion, Garvey said, “Human life is sacred. Stacey Castor places no value on it, not even her own flesh and blood. To her, people are disposable.” David’s son, cheated out of his inheritance, also pleaded for severe punishment, calling Castor “a monster and a threat to society” who had caused immense pain and loss, multiplying the suffering among the families she hurt.
Judge Fahey told Castor he had never seen a parent try to kill their own child just to frame them for a crime they committed. He told her she was “in a class all by herself.” The judge then gave her the maximum sentence of twenty-five years to life for David’s murder, plus another twenty-five years for attempting to kill Ashley. For forging David’s will, he added an extra 1 1/3 to 4 years in prison. The trial had lasted for four weeks. An emotional Ashley told the judge she hated her mother “for ruining so many people’s lives” but still loved her for the bond she had originally had with her. She said, “I never knew what hate was until now. Even though I do hate her, I still love her at the same time. That bothers me, it is so confusing. How can you hate someone and love them at the same time? I just wish that she would say sorry for everything she did, including all the lies. As horrible as it makes me feel, this is goodbye mom. As hard as you tried, I survived and I will survive because now I’m surrounded by people that love me. I’m going to do good things in this world despite making me in every sense of the word an orphan.”
Castor became New York Department of Corrections inmate number 09G0209 and was placed in Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women in Bedford Hills, New York. Even with credit for time served, her earliest possible release date was June 15, 2055…slightly over a month shy of her 88th birthday. Castor had been dubbed “The Black Widow” by media outlets. Her prison term would be long, but she wouldn’t live to see much of it. Castor was found dead in her cell on the morning of June 11, 2016. It was not immediately apparent how she died and the manner of her death was listed as undetermined; it was later determined by the DA’s office that she died of a heart attack, with no evidence of suicide or foul play.
