Michelle and Veronica,
I remember “the Limey nights”, when that group of British ex-pats (including your parents and mine) would gather, penny cans heavily jingling, at someone’s house for a rousing game of rummoli. I looked forward to the nights when the party rotated to our house because there was so much sly joking and raucous laughter, and because I just loved to see everyone. And it wasn’t just those nights – the Christmas open houses, the anniversary parties – all sorts of gatherings. As a kid, it was a lesson in adult friendship and connection, and I was glad to count both your parents as my friends in later years. Tony was a good man; the personification of “still waters run deep”. He felt deeply, cared deeply, loved deeply. I am thinking of you both, and your families, as you move forward without him, and wishing you love and strength.
