Gerald M Marcanio Relation to Deceased: Nephew As a child growing up I was always excited when we visited my Aunt Mary. Her home seemed so much more interesting than ours and we got to see our cousins Deb, Barb and Bob. We never seemed to visit enough for me but when we did it was always VERY SPECIAL. There always seemed to be so much going on in her home. Her love of beauty and art, and her eye for design left a strong impression on me. Rest in peace dearest Aunt Mary. We will never forget you. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips