You were a difficult man to know. You were very, very smart, but very, very quiet. You liked your solitude, which was very hard with two little granddaughters running around the house and a Grandma who liked to do every activity under the sun. Often you sat in your armchair reading newspapers, teasing us that we couldn’t have peanuts from your Planter’s jar, and watching the stock market on the silent t.v. But you loved our grandmother, and we know you loved us. The way you took care of her until the very end, and the way you always set up whatever we needed to cook, to knit, to do art projects; even the stepstools you built us for the kitchen so even when we were young we were tall enough to “help” – we knew you loved us. I know you haven’t been yourself these last few years, and that has been hard for all of us to watch. But I’m happy that you’re at peace now and that your health problems are over. And I’ll always remember you, Papa Howie.