There were two kids in my father's family ... he and his younger sister, Elizabeth.
When I was about six (so about 1968), we drove to Toronto to visit Liz and my grandmother (we lived in Nova Scotia). When my father died in 1971, we lost touch.
I always wondered what happened to them and I started looking for them in 1996. I found Liz's husband's name and address on the Internet but their phone number was unlisted. I wasn't sure it was them so I sent a letter saying that if my father's name meant anything to them, to get in contact with me.
Liz called right away. She was so excited to be in contact with again. They were living a couple hours north of Toronto. Sister Sarah and I got to know her and her family (she has five daughters our age).
Liz moved a lot over the last few years, she got sick and we lost touch again. The last I heard from her was a voice message a couple years ago saying her husband had died.
There was a voice message from Cheryl, one of Liz's daughters, left sometime today. Not a good sign. I just called and she said that Liz died peacefully on Sunday.
There is a memorial service next Saturday afternoon and I'm going to go.