Some thoughts about Herbie. I remember the first time I met Herb and Phyllis. It was at Carole’s apartment in Society Hill and it was Phyllis’s 50th birthday. Herb had bought her 50 yellow long-stemmed roses. What a nice moment to meet them. Of course, my memories of Herb are from the second half of his life. I loved sitting at the pool with him and Phyllis and their friends discussing everything from politics to world affairs, feminism, and hockey and we looked forward to our vigorous debates. As a newcomer to the family, I was interested in Herbie’s experiences in the war and he enjoyed regaling me with his stories and photos about his life in the Navy and the hi-jinks on the LST he drove. The end of his life was so difficult – first losing his beloved Phyllis and the last few months. I have never known children who were so close and caring. Carole, Billy and Jonny have been on the phone day and night, every day for the past nine months trying to help make an awful situation more bearable for everyone. Bob has been such a loving son-in-law, always trying to be there to help Herb. When I came to Philadelphia to see Phyllis before she died, Herb was so surprised to see me and hugged me so tight and fought back tears. And two weeks ago when I saw him in Florida and he was so having such a hard time, I think he was as happy to see me as I was to see him. (Of course it didn’t hurt that I’d brought his favorite See’s candy.) For a while later in life, Herb took up woodworking. Ten years ago he carved a sign with our house number and a little red bird on it. We we see it every time we walk up to the house and our kids tell their friends: my pop-pop made this for us. Four months ago when Phyllis died, we put up one of her most beautiful paintings of a window. Now it’s the first thing you see when you come in and it looks absolutely beautiful there. Our family is so lucky - we can think of Herb and Phyllis every day as we come and go.