One of my favorite memories of your Dad's kindness starts with a tragedy. He called us one morning to tell us that our beloved dog Boots had been killed by another dog in his yard. We said we would be right over to get him and he suggested strongly that we let him bury Boots, because it wasn't something we wanted our children to see. He took care of it. Later that day, Carolyn and Doug asked it we could go visit his grave. I called your Dad and he said he had buried him behind the barn, but to bring the kids over and he would show them a spot where they could remember their pet. We went over and your Dad was waiting for us in the yard. He took the kids over to a patch of loosened dirt on the edge of their garden and told the kids they could pay their respects anytime they wanted. He quietly told me that it was too far for the kids to trudge back behind the barn and they would want to see his grave from the yard so he "moved around some dirt" in a better spot. All summer that part of their garden was visited and decorated with flowers(sometimes picked from their flower garden with your Mother's blessing), tree bark, a little stick cross, and whatever else the kids thought of. Every time we went around the corner for months they would both say,"That's where Boots is buried'". Eventually their memories and interest faded and they no longer needed to visit, but I have never forgotten how he realized how much that would mean to my children and so he created a space for them to grieve. I'm sure there are hundreds of stories like this one about him and the impact he had on people's lives. I know he is happy to be reunited with your Mom, but I also know that you are all reeling from suffering two profound losses in such a short time. Please know that you are all in my thought and prayers. Cathy Becker