Julie landed here on Earth on April Fool’s Day 1933 and kept the pedal to the metal for 92 years, taking us all along for one hell of a ride, before departing on July 25th, 2025.

Daughter of Henry and Esther Nichols and proud older sister to her beloved and equally colorful siblings, Hope ’54, Leslie ’55, and Hank. Summers were spent with their grandparents in Hyde Park, New York where their grandfather was caretaker at the Vanderbilt Estate. They lost their mother too early, a sadness they carried together for the rest of their days, which ultimately knitted them even closer together.

While attending Mt Holyoke College Julie went on a blind date with Christopher Cook, accepting because her roommate told her he had good posture. Thus began a journey that lasted 70 years and produced five children: Brett, Ethan, Esther, Silas and Jorden. Home was a 250 year old farmhouse in Lee, New Hampshire, drafty and temperamental but also magical. Julie and Chris met the many challenges of living there while taking great joy in nature and the beauty of their surroundings. For Julie that was always the birds. Every shopping list included a 40lb bag of birdseed. She excelled at living beautifully on a budget, shopping for remnants at the Exeter Handkerchief Factory, and sewing artful clothes for the family.

There were small bouquets of wildflowers on every windowsill, and partridge berry wreaths in Winter. She fed her large and hungry family wonderful meals from her home garden and with fish Chris caught in Great Bay. They made a remarkable team as parents, a united front knowing when to bring the hammer down and when to “try a little tenderness.”

Family hiking trips in the White Mountains often meant Julie had one child by the hand and another riding on her back. Swimming at Mendums Pond, sandwiches on the wooden cutting board under the big maple in the front yard, records playing on the record player, Julie knew the important beauty of an ordinary day.

She was a great reader aloud, ensuring a love of books by introducing her children to Ferdinand, Charlotte’s Web and The Wind in the Willows.

Julie and Chris moved to Andover, Mass in 1964 when Chris became the director of the Addison Gallery of American Art. She often said she knew when she married him she would have a life surrounded by art.

She began teaching pre-primary at the Pike School with her hilarious friend Jean Spader. Early marriage and children had postponed a college degree, which was required to teach in public school, her dream. She found a program that accepted life experience in lieu of credits at Harvard University. After graduating she went on to receive a Masters in Special Education at Suffulk University and a PhD at Boston University, all while teaching full time and wrangling five kids—now teenagers. A long career in special education at vocational high schools in Lowell and Lawrence followed.

She was a fierce advocate for her students, never looking away or backing down from any injustice they faced. One shining student, Alicia Phillips, called her on her birthday and all holidays for the rest of Julie’s life. She made another important friend, Diane Edstrom, a fellow teacher, artist and free spirit.

Julie worked her whole life for social justice in all its forms: civil rights, women’s rights and worker’s rights. She believed in unions and a good life and dignity for all.

She began a spiritual quest, which she shared with her dear friend Mary Chivers, finding deep meaning in the Quaker meeting houses in Dover, NH and Cambridge, Mass. She also discovered a real love for meditation and yoga. Her grandchildren were always delighted to find her standing on her head! She and Chris had become grandparents to Ryland, Jenny, Miles, Julia, Kylee, Nate and Pearl who they adored, sharing time together in the kitchen, the workshop, the art studio and outdoors. She also had such love for the spouses of her children, and all her beloved nieces and nephews.

She was blessed with extraordinary friendships. Her children remember the joy of coming home and finding them, all together in the kitchen, cooking omelets, drinking wine and laughing.

After retiring Julie and Chris returned to NH, settling in Portsmouth and happily picking up where they left off with treasured friends, Art and Celeste DiMambro and John and Janet Yount. Julie also became a CASA volunteer, continuing her advocacy for children and teens in need.

Julie showed tremendous strength and bravery when a diagnosis of dementia was delivered. “I can do this”, she said, “as long as I have the birds and Mahler.” She then added, “I always thought I was taking care of the birds but now I see they were taking care of me.”

She remained happy and loving and grateful. Often saying “I’ve had a wonderful life!” and “two thumbs up!” The Cook family would like to thank the staff at Riverwoods in Durham, not only for their incredible care, but also for making a home for us all.

A lifelong beauty, a reader, a dancer, a scholar, a regular at Boston Symphony open rehearsals and museums everywhere, making the trip to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum every Spring to see the hanging nasturtiums. She was the sun in our sky who we miss more than tongue can tell and for whom we say thank you every day. How did we ever get so lucky?

Margot Louise Schreer, age 83, of Webster Township, MI, passed away peacefully on August 30, 2026 at Trinity Health Ann Arbor Hospital, surrounded by the love of her husband, three children, and two grandchildren. Margot was born on September 14, 1942, in Grosse Pointe, MI, the daughter of Charles and Margaret (Harris) Tanner.

Margot was raised in Birmingham, MI and spent many summers horseback riding at Chippewa Ranch in Weidman, MI and enjoyed skiing in the winter months. Margot graduated from Northampton School for Girls in Northampton, MA. She then attended Lasell Junior College in Newton, MA before returning to Michigan, where she met her future husband and love of her life, Joachim “John” Schreer, while they both worked at Jacobson’s. They fell madly in love which has stood the test of time and many real life challenges. They were married on August 1, 1964 and just recently celebrated 62 years together. They began their family in Ann Arbor, MI and later in 1974 moved out to the Dexter area, in Webster Township, on an acre of land where they still live today. Margot was a loving daughter, sister, wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, and friend.

Margot, along with John, planned many family camping vacations in northern Michigan and around the United States, and in later years traveled abroad to visit extended family in Germany and traveled around Europe. Margot viewed travel as an important part of education and instilled those values in her children and grandchildren. She fully supported her children’s interests as they spent summer months at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp and swimming and diving at the Ann Arbor Country Club. Margot put her family first and foremost and never let an opportunity to experience something new pass them by. Margot was very active in her children’s lives, serving as a Girl Scout Leader, member of the band boosters, and actively supporting all of their school activities. Margot always enjoyed having a home full of family and friends and often extended her hospitality to exchange students and being a host family for traveling groups such as Up With People.

Margot enjoyed many different career roles. First as a travel agent, then as a bookkeeper and real estate agent, before returning to travel selling ski trips through Rocky Mountain Vacations alongside her husband John. Margot loved being outdoors, especially working in her vegetable and flower gardens. She enjoyed canning and freezing the bounty from her garden, and she also enjoyed cooking and baking. Margot loved watching sports, from golf to Formula 1 racing to U of M Football. She was always very social and a friend to many. Most friends became family and she loved telling stories and sharing her life with others. Her engaging smile, optimism and warm laugh made everyone feel like family.

For the past 26 years she has been a devoted grandmother traveling to the Philadelphia area or halfway trips, to see her grandchildren as often as possible. Picking them up from school, watching them play their sports, taking them back to school shopping, playing board games, and just spending time together gave Margot so much joy.

Margot is survived by her loving and devoted husband Joachim “John” Schreer; three children, Stephanie (Joseph) Dalton of Abington, PA, Paul Schreer of Oakland, CA, and Jennifer (B) Yawson of Albion, MI; two grandchildren, Hannah and Jonah Dalton of Abington, PA; and her brother, David (Joan) Tanner of Earlysville, VA.

A celebration of Margot’s life will be held on Sunday, October 25, 2026 from 2-5 pm at Zingerman’s Roadhouse restaurant, 2501 Jackson Ave, Ann Arbor, MI. There will be no formal presentation, but rather a special gathering of friends and family to share delicious appetizers, touching stories and memories that tie all of our lives together. Please drop by and join the family anytime between 2-5 pm to celebrate Margot’s life as a daughter, sister, wife, mother, mother-in-law, grandmother, and friend. A private burial of ashes will take place at Great Lakes National Cemetery in Holly, MI on Monday, October 26, 2026.

In lieu of flowers a donation could be made in Margot’s memory to the Gift Of Life Foundation.

Virginia “Ginny” Nickerson Cooney, 96, died peacefully on Oct. 22, 2025 after a short illness.

Virginia grew up in Greenville, Maine and graduated from the University of Maine with a degree in education prior to working as a second-grade teacher in Beverly, Mass. She married the love of her life, James Cooney.

They became long-term residents of Falmouth, where they raised their family. Virginia was a loving and devoted wife and mother. Eventually, she moved to Brunswick where she spent her widowhood. She was beautiful inside and out with an endearing, radiant smile. She was the matriarch of our family and was extraordinarily generous with her love.

Virginia had many passions. She was a puzzle master at Thornton Oaks Retirement Community. She was a voracious reader. She loved dogs and bred champion Weimaraner’s. Virginia was intellectually curious, loved to travel, visit new places and meet new people. She always had a garden and was generous with her produce. She insisted good soil, sun and love were key factors to her gardening success. She enjoyed genealogy and tracing the family history back to their crossing on the Mayflower. She was a proud member of the Mayflower Society and the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Virginia was a collector of almost anything: stamps, coins, glassware, antiques, jewelry, string, etc. She was an incredible seamstress and enjoyed cross-stitch projects. She made her own clothes and was always available to complete sewing projects for her extended family. Virginia was fiercely independent. She continued to drive until she was 94. Asked what her secret was to longevity she would respond “never stop moving.” Virginia was frugal and thrifty, yet incredibly generous to her family and many charitable organizations.

Virginia was predeceased by her husband, James Cooney; son James “Jay” Cooney, DMD; a grandson, Matthew Cooney; and her brother, Hiram Nickerson.

She is survived by her children Robert Cooney, MD and spouse Lorrie, Syracuse, N.Y., Janet Kole, Topsham, John Cooney, Rangeley; her grandchildren, Meagan Cooney and spouse Jon David Sumega, Portland, Ore., Jenn Kole and spouse Paul Fuller, Portland, Erin Cooney Fitzgerald and spouse Chris, Plantation, Fla., Jason Cooney and spouse Alisha, Topsham, Lynne and spouse Chris Halligan, South Berwick, Hannah Kole and spouse Matt Grifferty, Pasadena, Calif., Mitchell Cooney and fiancé Amelia, Brighton, Mass., Jeffrey Cooney, Manchester, N.H., Charlotte Cooney, New York, N.Y.; five great-grandchildren (one pre-deceased); her sister, Ellen Poole, Bedford, N.H.; and several nieces, nephews and friends.

Virginia was a giving person but did not like accepting gifts. She would ask for nothing at this time, except for us to be kind to one another.

A graveside service for her with family will be held June 20, 2026.

Jane Frances Carlson passed away peacefully with her family and pastor at her side on July 21, 2025. She had been a resident at Frasier Meadows for more than four years.

Jane was born in Colorado Springs to Roy and Dele Waters on February 26, 1929. She grew up in a yellow house, loved books and playing house with girls on the block. Her parents were sturdy and loving. Jane loved mischief and mounted a revolt in high school, encouraging fellow students to stay on the bus instead of going to class. She attended Northampton School for Girls for her senior year and thrived academically. Jane studied English and Education at the University of Colorado where she was President of her Delta Gamma sorority and met her husband, Bob Carlson who was newly back from World War II. They had five children (Tina, Bob, Doug, Glenn and Jim).

In order to support her children after Bob left the family, Jane taught English and established a center for students who had difficulty with reading at Boulder High for twenty-two years, supplemented by doing scoring and timing at various high school sports events. On the side, she completed a Masters in Adult Literacy from the University of Northern Colorado in 1978. She later taught at Ames Community College, Regis University, and her alma mater CU. Jane volunteered for hospice when the movement was just gaining acceptance and stayed with them for 43 years. She worked doing children’s bereavement groups, respite, home visiting, thank-you card writing and the thrift store, among other jobs for the organization. In recognition of this and other work, she was awarded the annual Boulder County Community Foundation’s Pat on the Back Award in 2006.

Jane was an avid dog lover, walker, weaver, reader and gardener. Her gardens flourished with vegetables and bright flowers. She was a lifelong Episcopalian and participated in the creation of two churches: St. Mary Magdalene in Boulder and St. Brigit’s in Frederick, Colorado. She taught Sunday school and was on the discernment committee for new ministers.

Jane loved her family and stayed close with all five of her children, as well as their spouses: Tres (Tina), Beth (Doug) and Joanna (Jim). She found great joy in her close involvement with her grandchildren: Caitlyn, Betsy, Mia, Jimmy and Jane. She had three great grandchildren, Elton, Luca and Daphne, and loved to see videos and photos of them. She was also very close to the daughters of her late sister Rita Grace, Heather and Janet. She remained close to all her surviving sorority sisters.

Jane was gifted with a strong sense of curiosity about the world and was able to travel widely including to: Vietnam, China, Tibet, Armenia, Russia, Burkina Faso, Italy, Poland, Germany, France, Spain, Great Britain, and New Zealand, as well as exploring many parts of the US. She read voraciously and never stopped wanting to learn and grow. We will miss her strong determination, her great humor and laugh, her fierceness, her kindness, her wit, and the giving and unconditional love she offered.

A memorial service will be held at 11am on Saturday, August 30, 2025 in the chapel of St. Mary Magdalene Church, 4775 Cambridge Street, Boulder.

Esta Smith Busi passed away peacefully on June 9, 2026 surrounded by her loving family in her Northampton home after vibrantly living with stage 4 pancreatic cancer for two years.

Born in Springfield October 25,1937, Esta moved to Northampton at age 11. She attended the Northampton School for Girls, then graduated from Smith College with a BA in Russian Literature and moved to New York City. There she married Meary James Thurairajah Tambinmuttu in 1960 where her eldest and only daughter Shakuntala Tambimuttu was born in 1962. In 1965, Esta moved back to Northampton and earned an MA in Education from UMASS Amherst. Esta then worked as a high school teacher in Milton, MA, marrying Professor Frederick Allen Busi in 1967. Together they took root in Northampton in 1968 and welcomed Andre-Issac Umberto Busi in 1969. After having Emile-Albert Abraham Busi in 1972, Esta obtained her realtor’s license and worked at a number of real estate companies for multiple decades. While doing this, Esta was active in the League of Women Voters and the Congregation B’nai Israel as President of the sisterhood, as well as President of the Board of Directors and President of Hadassah, while also cooking and serving the Senior lunches at CBI while she was able.

Esta loved to sing with her powerful voice and was a regular stage presence in the Valley Light Opera, Berkshire Choral Festival and in her own kitchen with friends and family.

She always enjoyed showing off her encyclopedic knowledge of all the hits of the 20th century. Throughout her life, Esta had several rescue dog companions, which kept her extremely physically active right up until the very end of her life, walking for hours in the “dog park” where she would add to the friends she would regularly host at her house.

She is predeceased by her parents Sarah and Louis Smith and brother Robert Smith.

She is survived by her brothers Perry and Brian Smith, her three children and six grandchildren.

The Ascher-Zimmerman Funeral Home is assisting the family.

Rosemary “Rosie” Adams Thurber, 94, ever in search of a peaceable kingdom, died in the company of her loving family at Laurel Oaks of South Haven, Michigan, on June 8, 2026. She was a lifelong advocate for the common good of creatures great and small.

Rosie was born in New York City on October 7, 1931, to James Grover Thurber and Althea Adams Thurber. She grew up in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, and Cambridge and Amherst, Massachusetts, graduating from the Northampton School for Girls in 1949 and from the University of Pennsylvania in 1953 with a liberal arts degree. At age seventeen she dreamed of being an actor, and it was as a member of the Pennsylvania Players college theater group that she met her future husband, Frederick W. Sauers. They married in Philadelphia and settled in Chicagoland, raised three children, and were married for twenty years. Rosie was active onstage at the Theatre of Western Springs and co-founded a theater troupe that performed for children. She returned to school in her forties, earned a master’s degree in social work at Washington University in St. Louis, then moved to South Haven to live alongside her treasured Lake Michigan.

Rosie worked in support of peace, social justice, the environment, and the arts, often through her associations with the Episcopal Church of the Epiphany and the South Haven Center for the Arts, where she was board president and for years shepherded the July South Haven Art Fair. She was a longtime member of the church, served on the vestry, and found a great source of strength and wisdom in God’s way and through healing prayer. Rosie loved visits from her family, partying with friends, her evening Manhattan, good conversation, and making her point-you wanted her on your side.

As the only child of a celebrated writer and cartoonist, Rosie found her life touched in exceptional ways. Working with publishers, authors, performers, and literary organizations, she guided her father’s literary estate and legacy as a humorist with care and a keen editorial sense. She was a supporting founder of the Thurber House literary center and museum in Columbus, Ohio. Her father dedicated The Last Flower to her in 1939, writing, “For Rosemary, in the wistful hope that her world will be better than mine.” She will now hold that hope for all of us.

Rosie’s survivors include her children, Sara Thurber Sauers (Mike Lewis-Beck) and Greg Thurber Sauers (Mary); her grandchildren, Adam G. Sauers (Olivia Dellios) and Elizabeth A. Valtman (Chris); two great-grandchildren, Adeline and Zoey Valtman; her sister, Linda A. Gilmore; and a nephew and niece, Tim and Zoë Fothergill. She was preceded in death by her son Mark Thurber Sauers; her parents; her stepmother, Helen W. Thurber; and her fondly remembered childhood stepfather, Francis B. Comstock.

A celebration of life is planned for the early fall. Memorial donations may be made to the Church of the Epiphany, Al-Van Humane Society, or the South Haven Center for the Arts.

Judith M. Doane, 92, a lifelong Marblehead resident, passed away peacefully on Tuesday, Jan. 20, 2026, at Salem Hospital. She was the daughter of the late Mortimer Holden Doane and Elizabeth Mary Green Doane.

For many years, Judy devoted her professional life to teaching. Beginning in preschool classrooms and continuing throughout her career. She also loved her work with children with special needs—an endeavor that reflected her deep love of children.

Judy also had a lifelong love of music and the theater. In her earlier years, she enjoyed acting and dancing on stage, pursuits that brought her great joy. An avid reader, she also found great pleasure in books and in listening to classical music.

A lover of nature, Judy found beauty in every season. She delighted in the promise of spring, the warmth of summer breezes and the quiet beauty of falling snow. Autumn, with its deep colors and peaceful stillness, was especially dear to her.

Judy nurtured lasting friendships with coworkers, neighbors and all those fortunate enough to know her. She valued connection deeply and cherished the relationships she built over a lifetime.

A familiar and beloved presence in town, Judy was a daily early-morning regular at the Muffin Shop, where she and her friends gathered to catch up on local happenings. She was always quick to share her observations, delivered with her dry wit and sweet, infectious laugh.

Judy is survived by her nephews, Michael Doane of Aiken, S.C., Eric Doane of Savannah, Ga. and her niece, Leslie Doane of Falls Church, Va.

Service information: A Celebration of Life will be held on Friday, Feb. 20, at 2 p.m. at Eustis & Cornell of Marblehead, 142 Elm St., with light refreshments and fellowship to follow.

Jean Young Harrison, aged 91, passed away on April 14th, 2026, following complications from a fall. A resident since 2021 of The Bridges at Warwick in Jamison, Pa., and a longtime former resident of Washington D.C., she was married for 47 years to Earl G. Harrison, Jr., who died in 2003. She is survived by Dana and Stephanie Harrison, their children Abigail and Niko Harrison, and by Colin and Kathryn Harrison and their children Sarah, Walker, and Julia Harrison. She is also survived by her late sister Katherine McCaw’s four children, Bill McCaw, Alleyne Coleman, Kelly Greiner, and Mary McCaw and their large extended families.

Born Jean Spencer Young on December 4, 1934, in Dallas, Texas, she grew up in Texas, in New Orleans, and Massachusetts. In the summers, she enjoyed camps in the Northeast, where she canoed and sailed. A graduate of the Northampton School for Girls, she matriculated to Bryn Mawr College, where she earned a B.A. in philosophy in 1956. She later earned an M.A. in theater arts at Villanova University.

Jean Harrison’s greatest interest was in theater, and she passionately pursued this vocation in professional off-Broadway roles in New York City, in regional and summer stock productions in the Northeast, and in Philadelphia, where she was a co-founder in 1974 of The Philadelphia Company (now known as The Philadelphia Theatre Company), a troupe that put on plays ranging from Shakespeare’s “Twelfth Night” to new plays by rising playwrights. She also directed and played roles in Philadelphia Company productions, at the Hedgerow Theater in Rose Valley, Pa., and at Westtown School, where her husband was the headmaster. In her later years she played in productions in Washington, D.C., including in the Kennedy Center, and Baltimore, and served as a private voice coach.

Jean Harrison’s life was marked by her long participation in the theatrical community. She spent decades acting, directing, and raising money for theater organizations. She was known for her graciousness and generosity, her ability to laugh (often at herself), and her wide interest in culture. Her sons enjoyed teasing her and she put up with this with patience and humor. With her late husband, Earl Harrison, she travelled to China, the Middle East, Europe, and Latin America. She also took each of her granddaughters—Sarah, Abigail, and Julia Harrison—on separate trips to England. Hers was a life well lived, and she will be missed.

Services will be private.

Mary C. Clark, age 94, Baptized into the Hope of Christ’s Resurrection, Tuesday, August 5, 2025.

Mary was born in Northampton, Massachusetts to Joseph and Mary Panzica. Mary is preceded in death by her dear husband Gerald W. Clark, her parents and her brother Joseph (Phyllis) Panzica.

Mary is survived by her children Wayne (Cindy) Clark, Richard (Virginia) Clark, Vincent (Sharon) Clark, Geralyn (Mathew) Harnisch, Maria (Greg) Jeffery, Thomas (Debi) Clark; her grandchildren Andrew, Kevin, Scott, Alycia (Jason), Erika (Ben), Jason, Harrison (Morgan), Marissa (Mikel), Nicole (Isaiah), Elaina, David, Shayla (Nick), Brenna (Kenny), Ciera and Keegan; her great-grandchildren Taylin, Dakota, Rosie, Harlow, Lorraine, Ethan, Charlie, Juliette, Kira, Knox, Kyia, Knyt, and Steely. Dear aunt, great-aunt, cousin and friend to many.

Mary was a member of St. Sabina Church where she quilted and was a member of the choir. She loved cooking, entertaining and feeding her flock. Above all else, she loved time with her family and friends.

Visitation from 4:00pm until 8:00pm on Tuesday, August 12th at Hutchens Mortuary, Florissant, Missouri. Funeral Mass at 9:00am on Wednesday August 13th at St. Sabina Church.

Interment at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to:

American Heart Association or American Cancer Society

Ann N. Hoyt, 88, of Chillicothe, Ohio, died peacefully on Saturday, March 28, 2026, at her residence following an extended illness, holding hands with her loving and supportive children. She was preceded in death by her husband of 53 years, Joseph Nelson White Hoyt, who died March 20, 2014.

Ann was born May 26, 1937, in Essex Fells, New Jersey, to the late Charles Peter August and Frances Price Nelson. She met her husband at horse shows along the East Coast. Their shared passion for animals, particularly the Morgan horse, led Joe Hoyt, in less than one year, to convince Ann to marry him and move to Chillicothe, Ohio. She spent the next 65 years at Glenallan Farm, which held a special place in her heart where she found great joy caring for her animals and tending her gardens.

Ann is survived by her daughter, Betsy (Kevin) Hackett of Dublin, Ohio; sons Nelson Hoyt of Rocky River, Ohio, and Peter (Kate) Hoyt of Chillicothe, Ohio; step-sons Eric Hoyt and Cash Hoyt; dear friends Elinor Miller ’55, Beansie Cronin, Sharon Williamson, and Jan Fortney; and her beloved grandchildren Kate (Rahul) Hackett Sud of Atlanta, Georgia; Joe (Emily Bain) Hackett of New York, New York; Ellie (Andrew MacNeil) Hackett of Gainesville, Florida; Sam Hackett of New York, New York; Jack Hoyt of Chillicothe, Ohio; and PJ (Lexi Betts) Hoyt of Chillicothe, Ohio.

She was a graduate of Northampton School for Girls and St. Lawrence University. Ann was a former member of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Chillicothe and a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution (DAR). A spirited and feisty woman, she was never afraid to share her opinion. She deeply loved her family and was always there when they needed her. Ann loved to travel, especially visiting the family home in New Hampshire. She cherished her time with friends. She will be remembered for her devotion to family, her strength, the kindness she showed others, and her deep love of animals and gardening.

A celebration of Ann’s life will be held at a later date, as Ann requested, at her beloved Glenallan Farm. Arrangements are under the direction of Ware Funeral Home.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions to the Ross County Humane Society, 2308A Lick Run Road, Chillicothe, Ohio 45601.

The family extends heartfelt gratitude to Adena Hospice and her devoted caregivers Tina, Gwen, Sarilda, Debbie and others for their compassionate care.

“To live in hearts you leave behind is not to die.”