Morris was a wonderful, thoughtful, beacon of goodwill and happiness. Whenever somebody said Uncle Berns (as we knew him) was coming to a family event it brought a smile to our faces. My dad (Ron) and Grandpa (Ron) and other family members used to talk about him all the time. I wish we had written those stories down. Stories of traveling across the west when it was still a difficult challenge, stories of homesteading in Canada, stories of music and dancing and family revelry. If not in written word, the stories will live on in spirit. Morris experienced nearly the entire 20th century, through rough times and good times, he is one of the last of his generation…a generation that selfishly sacrificed so much for future generations. I like to think that his way of being will live on in those he touched and we too will make the world a better, happier place.