It has been a very long time since I've seen Uncle Garry. He was so kind - I'll never forget sitting with him at Gramma Dutcher's funeral. I was only 7, and he was so strong and I felt safe with him next to me. He put his arm around me and comforted me during that time. Once I was older, with kids of my own, Uncle Garry would tease - in only the way he could - when I brought up the idea of bringing my oldest up to "the farm" to milk cows. Well, you can imagine what he said about his beef cattle and milking! He didn't let us live it down... and I still get a chuckle! Uncle Garry was called Home way too soon, but I know he was welcomed with open arms from Gramma and Grandpa. Love you, Aunt Bonnie!