When I was young, I remember our family heading over the mountains from eastern Washington to visit Aunt Caroline, Uncle Glen, Rich, Jeff and Randy. Montesano was an amazing place to visit because it had a thick forest to run through that was missing in the Tri-Cities desert. I encountered my first slugs there, my first accidental meeting with a live deer outside of a zoo, and my first adventures into the woods without my parents guidance. It was amazing. We didn't make it over often, but when we did, the family gathering was pretty special. We arrived as a family of five to join Aunt Caroline's family of five plus an extra child now and then. Her mother and brothers and sister would drop by and we kids would be outside playing or doing something for hours. But, of all of the wonderful memories I've been able to recover after all of these years, Caroline's voice is the most precious. It was unique among all other women's voices to me. I always knew who was speaking when I heard it. It was relaxed and soothing, somewhat nasal, but always expressive (occasionally extremely so). I could pick her out of any crowd. She always made me feel welcome and in the right place. I miss her already.