Uncle King did not tell us how to live; he lived, and let us watch him do it. What an amazing life he led. I will never forget the way he smiled and the way he loved you all with every piece of his heart. I will remember Uncle King in many positive ways; including that big smile, great sense of humor, storytelling, sense of honour; and most important; his strong protective love for his family. In his memory, here is a Robert Burns poem.

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,

That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair are thou, my bonie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my Dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun:

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve!

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Love Lisa (Daughter of Sally Sarah Ethel Mackay and Dr. Dan Mehta)