You entered my life when I was just 7, and provided a firm foundation for our home, and a terrific companion for my Mother from that point on. I will never forget being called a "Hon-yak" (whatever that is?) or being repeatedly offered a "Pepsi" or more butter... or your mock indignation for refusing to eat yet another of your delicious Saturday morning pancakes (after I had already eaten about a dozen!) I will miss you dearly. Thanks for being my Dad for 37 years. David