From: Brad Brookes
Relation: Relationship - How did you know the deceased?

I fondly remember my Aunty Olga as more than an aunt. She was a force of nature. She was the nucleus around which things happened. Some of my best childhood memories are of going to visit my cousins “on the farm.” Aunty Olga was always there, cooking, canning, berry picking, organizing, getting things done. As an adult I look at the monumental work load she faced every day & marvel at her ability to come through it all, no matter what. And that laugh of hers that started somewhere down in her toes then came all the way up through her belly to set her whole body shaking was both impressive & contagious. She was the kind of person that knew innately to make the most out of every moment of life. No motivational books for her. No daily calenders with uplifting sentiments. Just a confidence that the right thing to do is make the most of whatever you are handed. I believe that when she went to bed at night, she didn’t lie there thinking “what if” or “I could have done more…” She just closed her eyes knowing she did all she could. I was lucky to have her as my aunt.