After fighting a brave battle, a friend of forty-four years passed away and she leaves behind a void in the sisterhood of mankind. There are so many memories...teaching together, running an antique store as partners, living houses away from each other in Toronto (and those harrowing bike rides with babies strapped to the back), picnics with toddlers, drives along country roads to look at old houses, family Christmas Eves, walks along woodland trails and gathering rocks on the beach when she flew west to visit. She was one of the bookends of my life, a kind and gentle soul whose passion was family, friends and protecting the heritage of historic homes in Port Hope. Her ancestors from the Isle of Skye will be waiting with open arms to hold her. Godspeed, dear friend.


