He was a kind, thoughtful, patient, generous man. I miss talking to him on the phone. Talking about what's up. Talking about the Bears. Talking about anything. Talking.
I spent a ton of time at my Grandparent's house as a kid. My Grandparents always took the time with us. Books. Games. Museums. Activities. They did it, despite predicted boredom / aggravation. They did it for us and we're better for it.
One of the books that I always remember from that time was "The Man who Didn't Wash His Dishes".
I just loved the illustrations. Loved them.
Happy birthday my friend. You are missed.
