Muriel was my aunt and godmother, and I loved her very much. She was the inspiration for my career, and my encourager. She was my mentor and guide. She introduced me to the enjoyment of clothes, embroidery, and, when old enough, gin! She listened when I needed an ear, and was a great keeper of confidences. In her later years when her world inevitably shrank, she was never bitter about her condition. She continued to take interest in those close to her, and to voice her gratitude for every small service. Her Christian faith was very strong, and that sustained her throughout her life. I enjoyed her company and the memories we shared together. This poem says it all, much better than I can. I can shed tears that she Is gone Or I can smile because she has lived I can close my eyes and pray that she will come back Or I can open my eyes and see all that she has left My heart can be empty because I can’t see her Or I can be full of the love that I shared I can turn my back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or I can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday I can remember her and only that she Is gone Or I can cherish her memory and let It live on I can cry and close my mind, be empty and turn my back Or I can do what she would want: smile, open my eyes, love and go on. (David Harkins)