When I was 15, Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Herbie took me, just me, to Florida to visit Nana Lena. We were an odd threesome, but Herbie always made me feel comfortable. He took me to the beach, dinners, and even to hit some golf balls. It was ever since that trip that he never failed to greet me with a tremendous hug and his lovely smile. Whenever he saw me, he would tell me that I looked beautiful. Even into my 60s! And he filled in for Poppop and my Dad when I needed to rant about the Phillies or Eagles. I think he got a kick out of the fact that I knew so much about football, and we talked about it alot. He also got such a kick out of my playing at the Phillies Dream Week and wanted to hear every detail. I loved the way he chuckled over my "baseball stories." Later on we started talking about golf, different courses, and my struggles with the game. When Aunt Phyllis was so very ill, he held onto me one day and told me how scared he was for her. His love for her will remain a model for all of us. My Uncle Herbie was just a very nice guy. And in this harsh world, that is more than enough.