Memory with Owen:
Growing up as cousins together, Owen will always hold a place in my heart, thoughts and memories. I can recall several family occasions where we would gather to celebrate and catch up, and without fail, Owen would arrive with an encyclopaedia-like knowledge of whatever subject caught his interest of the moment. He would come in the door of our grandparents house, kick off his boots and start to tell me almost immediately everything and anything about the subject of interest. One year, it was bugs. To this day, I can tell the difference between a blue-tailed damselfly (and other damselflies) from a dragonfly, which I probably wouldn’t have been able to do without Owen’s Christmas dinner bug lessons. Another year, it was dinosaurs; he would take out his book and point to the dinosaurs and list their names like he was listing the alphabet. He always astounded me with his seemingly limitless knowledge even from a very young age.
When our families would take trips out to the cabin we would play in the woods and explore the “wilderness” that was Windermere. Owen helped make it an adventure. Always asking questions, always wondering. I will carry these memories with me and look back on them with a fondness that I will always appreciate. Thank you, Owen.
