Burpee, Carpenter & Hutchins Funeral Home

I always had this routine, each time I came home to visit. My first two stops were to the Ridge Cemetery and to Eddie's trailer (also known to me as "Aunt Phoebe's old trailer."). Then on to Turkey Cove. Sometimes I'd hit the cemetery first, other times I'd stop to see Eddie first and we'd often go up there together. I treasure all the conversations we had. We both enjoyed talking about family and especially the ones that were gone. I loved how he'd pronounce my Mom's name, "Aunt Care-line." We'd talk a lot about my Aunt Myrt and Uncle Eddie (who were Eddie's grand-parents), my parents and all the other aunts and uncles. More than anyone else, Eddie was always encouraging and supportive about me moving home, not just to Maine of course, but home, to the peninsula. In fact, I still have his voicemail on my phone, from just the day before he passed, asking what I'd found out about some property he'd given me a lead on. He said to call him back and let him know. It still shakes me every day, that I can't call him back.... I remember when my little cousin was born. I remember him having troubles at a young age. He always struggled, but he always wanted to do better. He attracted good friends, like Hartley Spencer and many others throughout the years, who just wanted to help him do better. Eddie had a huge heart. I guess that goes without saying, if you knew him. He'd never hurt a soul, but sadly had a tendency to hurt himself. (Other than worrying his family to pieces, on many occasions..) I think it says an awful lot about Eddie, that in spite of all his flaws, he was so well liked, cared for and loved by so many. I am very much going to miss our visits and phone calls. He ended almost every one by saying "I love you." I don't really want to say goodbye, so I'm just going to say what Mom, (Eddie's Aunt Caroline) would say. - "So long Eddie. I love you too!"