This morning my aunt, Linda Piper, lost her battle with cancer. She lived for her children and grandchildren, and the love of her life my Uncle Bill. They were an example to all of us on how great a marriage could be. My most cherished memory of her was the time that she met my son for the first time. He was 1-year-old and toddling around her house. When he saw her meditation corner in the family room with a little Buddha statue, he walked over to her smiled and said “You Buddha.” Then, he snuggled in her lap. Out of the mouth of babes often comes great truths. Her gentle soul was a gift to everyone who knew her. Aunt Linda, you will be greatly missed.