Thursday, January 2, 2014
I loved that everytime I called, you never said "Hello". You would go straight to "Are you coming to see me?" even if I was calling from the other side of the world. You were always good for a laugh and your mind as sharp as a tack. Your stories were like a living history book. We always lived too far away to get to visit often, but each time we did, it was like a treasure. We will miss you! Love, Neil, Sarah, Maryn, and Wyatt Harlow
