There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you and wish you could see your family.  Jason is such a wonderful father and husband and I know you would be so proud. I can see your kind and thoughtful ways in him when he smiles, has a tender word, teaches Hunter the importance of respecting his mother and grandmother. I see you in the little things each day, and I see you in Zoey. She's so beautiful and Brooklyn adores her.  We love you and will miss you until we see you again. 

Love,

Anji

When Josh and I were going to College for our Undergrad, one Summer we got into a heated argument that involved all three of us (Josh, Nick, and myself).  I was standing by the sink in the kitchen and Nick was leaning up against the stove while Josh stood by the door to the back room.  The biggest thing I can remember is the rage that filled me when I was shouting towards Josh as we were intertwined in a heated argument.  On the verge of throwing fist our dad stumbeled in from the dining room.  Amongst the rage and hositility our dad slowly walked into the kitchen.  To my suprise all he did was slowlly walk towards me (probably seeing that I was most prone to being physically violent first) and he threw his arms around me.   He held me and gently hugged me and as he held me I could hear my voice getting softer and I could feel my thoughts slowing down and when I stopped lunging towards Josh and just stood there he finally looked at me and then proceded to walk towards Josh and do the same thing.  He did that to all three of us, holding us until we were calm.  I was dumb founded I thought to myself Josh and I are strong College men about to throw fist and this small of stature old man calmly walks in and courageously throws himself onto us.  When were were all calm Dad looked at us through the door way back towards the dinning room and said "Its gonna be okay" and walked out.  To this day I can't remember for the life of me why the three of us were in such a heated fight that we were almost engaged in physical force, but what I can remeber is the graphic detail of our dad's actions during that time of pain and confusion amongst us.  My dad came in and melted the anger out of all of us with the tender touch of love, and the idea that he didn't want to see his son's battle flesh against flesh.  That memory serves as a great reminder of why we must not let ourselves get so wrapped in the situation and forget who we are, but also that dispite how grim or unredeemable someone's actions might be, there is always room for love and for the peace and understanding that follows it.

i remember walter as a polite,caring gentleman and i am truly traumatized by his passing.

the only time i ever was upset with him and his brother, charles was when they visited dorothy and myself in canarsie,brooklyn .i think they lived in pittsburgh at the time and stopped by to say hello.

they brought us the finest brownies i had ever tasted. in fact i was so hungry and laughing so much that i soon realized they had laced the dessert with some cannibis(pot). dot and i lectured them concerning their misdeed however in retrospect it was funny. the boys had a great sense of humor and it must have been hysterical to see their aunt & uncle flying high.

rip. walter

you did the best you could with the deck that you were dealt.which is all that can be really expected of us. i respect how strong you really were.

peace & love

uncle andy.