To our dearest Periamma, You are in our thoughts constantly. With every deer and flower we see in our garden, we remember your comments about the deer, the neighbour's dog, and the wonder of nature. I remember fondly the many phone calls sharing recipes and chatting about cooking shows. You always saw the goodness in people and you treated everyone with a kind-hearted and gentle manner. Your legacy lives within all the people who have known your love and kindness. You are missed greatly. "... And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed." From the poem "When Great Trees Fall " by Maya Angelou Love you forever, Ange and Alec