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Hannah and Family have made it home safe and sound. Understandably, the trip was difficult but they are well. Thank you to those of you who helped in many ways big and small to get their home ready for them. Thank you to those who supported with prayers and listening ears.

The Chijioke Memorial Fund has been set up to help with memorial expenses and assist Hannah and her family in the coming weeks ahead. To donate go to any Plains Capital Bank Branch or mail a check to Plains Capital Bank, Dick Chijioke Memorial Fund, 2323 Victory Avenue, Suite 100, Dallas, Texas 75219. Or use the donate button to the right to donate with a credit/debit card via paypal.

I will update with memorial times and a care calendar as soon as I have that information available. This blog will become the primary method for updates from now on in order to streamline communication so please spread the word. Thanks!

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