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Brooke Williams Sunderland

We miss so much the special sound of your voice and your spontaneous response to the stream of life. Sudden summer hail brought forth, "Oh No! Somebody cover the roses". Whale season meant, "Look, look, look, a whale spout...and another and another". Exuberant friends heard, "Rest yourself" and "What would you do if you knew?" Patrons at Robiard Gallery learned to "buy the art you can't forget". We all heard your joy in surroundings you loved - fog at Carmel Point, monster waves on Maui, and peaceful snow on a Colorado Christmas. And your never-ending food memories to be retold whenever, like "gazpacho, sashimi, liver and onions, lox and bagels, pepper steak, chile relleno, and she-crab soup", all with times and places. One thing the whole world can remember is your Miracle Gro advice - "Roses eight inches across." Sounds now silent, and like no other, and never lost. David, Matthew, Mark, Liz, Cary, Brad, and Tracy

Published in The Gazette from Mar. 3 to Mar. 10, 2013
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