Janet had it right, and I cannot add anything more; I can only comment. Liker her, more than anything else I miss the laughter and the joy he found in the simplest of things. Popsicle sticks and glue became a sculpture; discarded pistachio shells made the perfect stone walls in a playhouse; plastic packaging created a great swimming pool; a length of clothesline was as good as a leather belt; and life was wonderful simply because one was alive. The glass was always half full-there was never even a thought of its being half empty. Yes, because of the times in which her grew up, there were some issues; but he did what he knew how to do, and when he knew better, he did better. He is missed-greatly missed-but each one of us can easily think of a story he told and smile.