I only remember meeting Aunty Mary twice. The first time was when she and Uncle Bill came for a visit to the UK and came to stay with us in Scotland. We had a lovely time and I remember a perfume she wore and told her how nice it was. When they left she gave me a bottle of the same perfume so every time I wore it my mind went back to their visit. The second time we met was when we came over to Canada for a holiday and stayed with Martin. We decided to go to visit Aunty Mary one day and decided to walk over from Martin's house. It was a lovely walk but Aunty Mary was amazed that we had walked. She insisted on driving us back and it seemed to take longer by car than by foot. She will be missed by all her family.