My earliest memory of Aunt Babe was when I was about 9 years old and my Uncle Tom brought her over to our house to meet my family, Ben, Jo, Bernadette, Bernie, and Carol. We all fell in love with her! She had a smile that could fill a room, and she’s was kind and fun to be with, not to mention, so pretty. I will always treasure the memories we have of her: Thanksgiving dinners when we all left her house feeling like little stuffed turkeys, freshly laundered sheets folded and slipped under the sofa cushions to iron them, backyard BBQs with all of us jumping into an above-ground pool, and all the love shared. Rest In Peace, Aunt Babe. You will be missed. Love from Bernadette and Romesh.