The Goodenough home in Vancouver was always open and welcoming.

I can still hear Roy’s wonderful laughter which always filled the home.  Louise’s presence was usually quieter but integral as she took care of peoples’ needs in her unique way. She had a wonderful ability to intuit what each individual needed - and more importantly, she always followed through.

Invitations to one of Louise’s wonderful home cooked meals, engaging conversation with lots of laughter, and often games,  always followed church.

I feel especially grateful to have been included in many areas of daily life during the time we lived nearby.   Louise was always available for advice and support. As a new wife and mother, hi learned so much from her.

One afternoon I think of very often was when Louise taught me how to make jam.   Louise said you’ve got to start with the freshest ripe berries, so we set off to the Strawberry Fields: Louise, Leon,  toddling Jeremy and myself.  What started as a carefully supervised picking of the perfectly ripe berries soon evolved into a fabulous free-for-all food fight with the rotten berries.   We all laughed so hard that we were doubling over and gasping for breath.

Most adults would be having serious second thoughts about that food fight when we went to get into the car. Picture all four of us completely covered in rotten smashed strawberries.  But not Louise– still laughing, she covered the seats as best she could with whatever she could scavenge from the trunk and away we went.

While the jam lesson was successful and delicious,  I learned much more important life lessons from Louise that day and many others.

Wonderful memories of Louise will live in my heart until we see her again in glory.

With much love, appreciation and admiration,

Terri