To the Slate Family,
I will always remember Mrs. Slate with fondness. I may also perhaps get a little giggle when thinking of her as the times I was in her presence were always upbeat, fun and even a little silly. Having been a friend of Pete's since the late 1980's, when we BOTH had big hair, I was often at the Slate household on the weekends or during the week between classes, mostly for lunch, when Pete and I both attended Lake-Sumter Community College. Mrs. Slate was always attending to our hunger needs and offering bits of solid advice on all manner of things. Once, she called me a Rip Van Winkel because I was napping in the middle of the day, when I could be up and going to Disney with a last minute family trip. I didn't know who Rip Van Winkel was and wasn't sure if I was to be insulted. She set me straight. And straight into the car for a day at Disney!
To succinctly describe who Mr. Slate was to me would have to first and foremost include the word CLASS, and yes, in capital letters. Very smartly dressed, even to run to the grocery store, Mrs. Slate carried herself with a regal pose with an overabundance of compassion. She took the time to learn about us, Pete's friends, and what made us tick. And in turn, if one were lucky enough, a private piano recital treat may be in store. She permeated musical talent and I long wish I'd have listened to her more when she told me I should pick the piano back up.
May you all have solace knowing Mrs. Slate touched the lives of so many in such a positive way and her life is certainly one to be celebrated. Love and light to the Slate family at this time. May her love and light continue to shine brightly on you all.
Sherri Tyson
Winter Park, FL