The youngest of my maternal grandfather's sisters, known to me as Aunt Eunice, passed away in the early hours of this morning at home. Her daughter and a friend were with her. She was just shy of 103 and much loved. Though Parkinson's robbed her of much in her later life. my memories of her include laughter, good times and our now treasured conversations about books, the world and life once she retired. I wish there had been more. Graceful and elegant, she was the soul of kindness.