We are hear to celebrate, and I mean celebrate, the unique and wonderful life of Rosamond McPherson Young.

Every morning began with Roz getting her mother up, dressed and in a wheelchair, then going off to teach classes, grade papers and write for the newspaper,

I remember on that occasion, Roz invited a group of friends to gather around a festive table for a meal, with flowers, wine bottle and a portrait of Edith as the centerpiece.

If we were to follow the format of Edith's memorial service, we would be here until next Wednesday,

I just thank everyone who ever touched my life in the game.

I was kind of smart enough when I was young, 14 or 15 years old, to realize that if you're ever going to do anything and step out of the shadow of your own dad - not only in hockey, but in life itself - you're going to have to learn you're Brett and not 'Bobby's son.'