I miss my aunt. My memories of aunt Gail are of visiting Sears on 1st ave, and while everyone else was looking at furniture, paying attention to the carpet..rubbing my feet against it.. and being able to shock her. (I was not a perfect nephew.. ). I never got the chance to apologize.. and that bothers me to today. I but wish that instead of this mug shot, that a photo that reminds me of the beauty she had when I'd last seen her.. would have been used. She may have been flawed.. but she was working at cleaning up her act. She, like many others on this fateful list would have likely managed to get free of their addiction, and turned into success stories for those entering 12 step programs, etc.