“Preston”, I have been hearing this name from dad since I was a little kid, and , I remember, it was 30 years ago when I actually meet Preston and Ann in person. Uncle Preston has always been there since then, just like he had done before. He was the one who brought me and my sister ice cream when our tonsils were removed, doctor recommended ice cream for faster recovery and there was no ice cream available in winter in Turkey at the time. Thanksgiving, Christmas, they always involved my family whenever they can, and Uncle Preston was always there. I always tell, when asked, his influence on my arrival to USA and my fast adaptation to the culture is unprecedented. Him, and Hugheses, became a second family for me in USA....rest in peace Uncle Preston. I will always remember you, I will keep talking about you and tell your stories to my kids and my grand kids. Thank you for everything you did for myself and my family.