Some of my fondest memories growing up are hanging out with Aunt Gerry. She was like a second mother to me in many ways. She had so much energy. I remember her walking to the Acme to get groceries with her grocery cart. I remember picnics at Juiniata Park. I remember when she would just pop over and everyone would sit around the dining room table chatting. I remember her laugh and the way she talked and the light in her eyes whenever she looked at Donna and Georgie. I remember her dancing the jitterbug with Uncle George and wowing everyone. I remember celebrating Christmas Eves over her house and my brother and I were always raving that we loved her "dry" ham. It was the best. I remember when my mom, her sister Anne, died and how comforting she was to me and my father. I remember her bringing meals to my dad until he moved to my houme in Maryland. Most of all I love and will dearly miss what a constant loving presence she was. Even when illness took away her abilities to speak, her eyes could still communicate. She is forever tucked in the sweetest place in my heart. Fly free Aunt Gerry. You deserve it. Your favorite niece (our joke but true lol), Terri Jurkofsky Wlaschin