I treasure every moment I had with my dad,  He was a huge influence in my life and forever will be .. He use to tell me how much i reminded him of those of his past,  my imagination, creativity, my love to just live life and enjoy people.. He never judged me for my diversity and always promoted me to just be happy with what ever i chose to do ...  we had our ups and downs, but we always made sure we made things right, him and i refuse to hold grudges. He was so easy to talk to, I miss him a lot already...  my dad was huge into music, card and dice games , it was his way to have time with us i think in a sense with all our hectic lives, we always made time to play some dice or cards.. He loved fishing, something he did with all of us girls and something i now enjoy with my children.. My son has his middle name and i wish he could of met Hunter, he reminds me a lot of daddy.. He was a great father, grandfather and he was a wonderful friend to all.. Dads humor will be the most i miss, i guess thats where i got mine from.  In later years when his health got worse, and we had a few scares, daddy and i talked , he knew i would support any decision he would make regarding his health, he understands why i was not there with him , it always broke his heart to see us girls hurting or crying, and i couldnt do that to him.. i wanted him to go with a peaceful and loving memory of me, and that he did . thursday i got to talk to him and tell him that I loved him.. I know he knew i loved him, but i wanted him to hear it ..I got the news abruptly and it didnt register til i called my baby sister Georgia up, just the hurt in her voice was enough validation I needed, I cant help but feel sad for the lose, but I rejoice the life he lived , i love every moment we had, every lesson he did teach. I love you Daddy...Jo

I am Hank's youngest daughter, I got to be with him in his final days.  I have lots of memories of my father.. I remember when we were in Ohio and would go driving to pick black raspberries, most of them never made it home.  We would also visit some of dads friends and had a lot of fun playing with thier dog, Bartender.  As we got older he would take us fishing. I used to catch the bigger fish, he didnt mind.  He was always trying to teach us how to do something. How to make things out of wood.  I remember a time he tried to teach me to fix wiring, man was i scared of that.  Through the last few years he was in in Florida so that Cathy could help take care of him.  We did not get to see him as much, but we talked on the phone often. I have three daughters, and we were lucky to have him meet them.  He met my youngest this trip down.  When he saw her there was the biggest smile. Even though at times he did not seem himself, he found time to make a ponit about listening.  I was not understanding something he asked me, so I blew it off and tried to talk about something else... He said NO, and asked me the qustion again, when I understood him I gave him the answer and then he gave me lecture on how I should ask until I understand.. It was a moment that I will remember, no matter how old you are, he is still our father.  I was there with Cathy when he took his last breath.  It was hard to see him go, but he is now with his family in Heaven and has no more pain.  Daddy I love you.  Georgia

My first real memory of Uncle Henry was when he came to live with us, (my father was his brother, Ralph,) right after Grandma Marsh died. I don't remember seeing him around home much, I guess because I was only 6 and at school all day and he was 18, and out working to help earn his way.My memories from that period are when the whole family would go to Tiger Lake in Cozzadale, Ohio, for picnicking and a day of fishing. Uncle Henry shared my Dad's love of fishing, so he always went with us. 

Then, I remember him marrying Emma, and bringing her, Cathy and Feller (Billy), to the farm to visit. Although we've lost touch with Billy over the years, Cathy and I have pretty much always kept in touch over the years through letters, and email. We had become pretty close from those visits to the farm. 

I vaguely remember Henry bringing his second wife, and the first 2 daughters by her, to the farm, as by then I was a teenager, and out and about with my friends and boyfriends, so wasn't around much of the time when they were visiting. Therefore, I don't know much about them, or even remember their names. I don't even know when He moved to Florida. As I've said, Cathy is the only one who has kept in contact with me over the years.

Am so sorry for your loss, all of you, and Cathy, When you get a chance, send me an email. I am also on Facebook, as are Kitty Kessler Reagan, and Connie Bostic DeRico, and Phillip DeRico, as well as some of my brothers and my sister and Carol Heiden Chase . Love you.