August 9, 2022
August 9, 2022
It is always touching to think of Howard so many holidays and summers and many times in between. He had a little green patch of earth by his doorway. It was early spring one year, and he was pleased with the primroses I planted by his door. Also he would boil up some very tiny bok choy in chicken broth and my sister and daughters loved that delicious custom on a chilly San Francisco evening. Sometimes he would refer to me as “kid sister.” With loving memories of Howard, Kendy