Dear Andy, Kim, Sandy and your families, Home. Robert Frost wrote that "home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in." Home holds different meanings for all of us, but it generally means where we grew up or where our parents live. And, as we grow up, our definition of home may evolve as when we move away from our parents to start families of our own and in the process creating a new 'home'. I have moved 17 times and while I have primarily lived in Massachusetts and California places, there is one place that I always considered as home and that was at on Pine Drive. No matter what was going on in my life, where I'd been, whether I'd failed at something or accomplished something, I could always head to see Aunt Lynda and she would be there to welcome me, to love me and to make me feel special. Over the years, I always managed to swing by to see her, but in the interim she maintained a presence in my life with cards and letters, occasionally filled with morning glory seeds or with articles she'd read and thought that I would appreciate. My appreciation of Aunt Lynda was never more apparent to me than when, due to a lay-off and mid-career job change, I was sent to NY for 5 months of training. I was away from my family and living in NY City. But I wasn't alone. I began a ritual. Each Saturday morning, I'd take the train to East Northport. Andy would meet me and drop me at the barber. When my haircut was finished, he'd bring me and the fresh bagels he'd gotten back to see Aunt Lynda. She would then make breakfast and we'd catch up and talk for hours, maybe it'd be more accurate to say that I listened for hours, but I was happy because I was home. Then we'd have an early supper together and then I'd head back to the train station. She'd insist that she come with Andy and I to the station and waited with me until the train came. I still remember, at nearly 50 years of age, appreciating her waving goodbye to me as the train left the station no matter how cold out it was... I am so very grateful that I spent that time with her and Andy – it was time that I hope benefitted all three of us and created memories that I will forever remember fondly. I love Aunt Lynda, miss her and will always hold a special place for her in my heart. My heart goes out to all of you for your loss and I offer my sincerest condolences. Love, Todd

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay a while and help us to become more than we ever thought possible. They leave footprints in our hearts and we are never, ever, the same." Lynda has left BIG footprints in our hearts . . . . 61 years as next door neighbors. We shared kids, gardening, crafts, baking, weddings and a myriad of other things. . . . both in good times and bad. Lynda was always willing to lend a helping hand, whether by sharing her expertise or collecting food to donate to the food pantry. We will miss her... Our condolences to Andy, Sandy, Kim and their families. Hugs to all from Terry and Bill McCoy

I remember my aunt teaching my brother and I how to dance the Lindy in her kitchen. I remember waking up at her house every Christmas morning and celebrating with our two families. I remember how big of a heart she had and how she always made a point to remember you and give of herself.