I will always see Aunt Pearl through the eyes of my childhood. In my mind she is in her kitchen, or at the Lockhart cottage sitting and talking to Aunt Evelyn or my Mom; and Uncle Bob is taking me out in his fishing boat, or at his shop trying me out for a new pair of shoes. All my memories of their children, Linda and Eric are fond and cherished, and to the happy moments we shared I attach significant value, as the gentleness of their ways tempered the impressions of my life. See you in Heaven, Aunt Pearl. Love, David.