I have fond memories of my Uncle Fred who, during his visit to BC in 1986, taught me how to play tennis. He took me out on the court a few times and taught me the basics. His enthusiasm for the sport left a strong impression on me, and he would have been proud to know his niece went on to beat all the boys at school. Tennis also developed into a huge passion of mine, which I owe to him. The next time he visited my family in BC was in 2001 to attend my wedding. On the big day he was there to set up the chairs for the outdoor ceremony, pray for no rain, and help out my parents with last minute details. We even got to dance together at the reception, and he had a great time, he only wished he would have met a nice lady. I remember his calls to my family home on Christmas Day. We had nice chats about my girls, and he'd share how he was still looking for a nice lady like my mother, Louise, and how lucky my Dad was. It was very sweet. I often wished be didn't live so far from my father, David, who worried about his little brother. To see all these posts warms my family's hearts to know he was so loved and cared for by those who could see what a kind and generous man he was. He had such strong faith and I feel in my heart he is at peace. Your BC family will miss your Christmas morning phone calls, Uncle Fred.