James J. Gill

Uncle Joe was the first to take me crabbing when I was 10. We were on the banks of Indian River, I think, and I was pulling in a huge crab, yanked too hard and it scampered away. I felt really bad losing it as it was the biggest we had seen. Uncle Joe looked at me and said, "That one could have fed all of us," and then just smiled. A little joke to help me feel at ease. I'll always remember that day.

With love and deepest sympathy.