My sweet cousin, where do I begin. I have so many wonderful memories of visiting you in Nova Scotia every summer. We would get up in the morning and just go to wherever we felt like going that day. Some days we would just go to the apartment building down the road and go up and down in the elevator for hours until we got kicked out. Some days we would just walk for hours and would always end up on some great adventure. Then there were the times we would sit up stairs at the yacht club pretending to be rich, only for your mother, father or my mom to very quickly tell us to get our arses out of there so they could prepare for the next function. My memories are endless but what I will treasure most about you is your smile and your ability to always make me, and the whole world laugh. You (and Uncle Bull, as I would call him) had a sense of humor like no one I have ever met. You guys were the best comedy show ever and how you would both get your mother all pissed off with your laughing and jokes was priceless. I am thankful that I was able to visit with you a few years back while in Ontario. Getting to see you and Uncle Bull was the highlight of my trip. Julia, you gave your entire life to taking care of Aunt Irene and Uncle Bill and we, as your family were more grateful for that, than you ever knew. For you to be taken from this world so young is just unfair. One thing I can be certain of is that Aunt Irene and Uncle Bull have welcomed you with open arms (and a few pranks no doubt). Rest easy my beautiful cousin, and thank you for leaving me with such wonderful memories. Until we meet again.
To Ed, Dana and John please know we are thinking about you all.