I remember our summer trips to Saint John to visit . We were always welcomed with opened arms at Uncle Murray and Aunt Jean's. It felt so safe being there with them and their family. So much love and always laughter. We reconnected a few years ago. They welcomed us once again. Murray dug out a root of his monstrous aloe vera plant with his fingers..feeling very mindfully to get all the roots from a shoot. Murray's love and that Oliver laugh is what I remember the most