He was always the nicest man in the world. I remember him from when I was a child living next door to him and Mary (and Tom also) for so many years. I would go over and just sit & talk with Mary and Triny, as we were told to call him, would always ask if I needed anything to drink.

I would go by after my parents divorced and see him outside mowing the grass or out getting the mail and he always waved even many years later he still remembered me. He will forever be a nice memory I had of growing up next door to them.