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Erin Perry

San Luis Obispo, California

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Erin Perry "Don't be delicate, be vast and brilliant." These were the words Erin Perry of Morro Bay lived by. Born in Azusa in 1952, Erin left us Aug. 5, 2015, after a truly courageous battle with pancreatic cancer. Erin was many things: a loving wife, an amazing mother, a voracious reader,...

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Dear Jenny & Bronwyn, I doubt you remember your "Aunt" Helen who used to sing opera with your mom & dad. I am so sorry for your loss and for not keeping in touch. I can't believe she's gone and will miss her crazy laugh and beautiful voice. Much love to you both. Helen

I'll never forget the Pozo years and all the Boxing Day feasts...prime rib with creamed spinach and lots of laughter. Our birthdays only two days apart, so I'll always think of you in February. So many memories...

Until we meet again in Spirit!

Michelle

Yes, goodbye, old friend. You were beyond-words part of my heart and you enriched my life. I am so grateful for our time as friends.

My heart goes out to Erin's family. I was so sorry to hear about her passing.

Wow! Erin had such a wonderful life filled with creativity. Margot, I know you were a shining light for her. You have my support during these sad times. Hang in there and see you soon!

Margot, I am so grateful that through our friendship I had a chance to know and become a friend of Erin. I miss her warmth, her incredible talent and creativity, her quirky sense of humor and her amazing ability to share a feeling of peacefulness and joy by simply entering a room. I know you miss her so much and I think of you both with love each day.

Margot, Erin sounds like a wonderful woman. My heart goes out to you and your family. I can't imagine the pain of losing such a dear partner.

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely...