I remember Uncle Dean rubbing Aunt Isabelle's feet at the end of the day and calling her"baby girl". We would all be gathered around the table at a feast prepared by Aunt Isabelle and Uncle Dean would have Debbie on one side and Denny on the other feeding them dinner. I always thought he was such a handsome man who was the best husband and dad. Aunt Isabelle was a fabulous cook. Her freezers were always briming with food, much like mine! Her empanadas were so delish. We went to Panama and Jamaica with the Greigs with so many stories to tell. There was always lots of laughter and loud talking! I can still see them both dancing under the stars at the Tower Isle to the song Beyond the Reef, they were clearly in love and loved life especially their family!

Sandra Tarutis Martin Dalgarno

        When my father passed away, a dear friend Kay lent her a book which had many eulogies and elegies, Remembrances and Celebrations edited by Jill Werman Harris.  This was her favorite one which reminded her of her husband whom she shared 51 wonderful years.  See thomas-greig@forevermissed.

Funeral Blues

W. H Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,

Silence the pianos, and with muffled drum

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead

Scribbling on the sky the message He is dead,

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,

Let the traffic policeman wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My moon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought love could last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;

For nothing now can ever come to any good.