We were in Albany at the time of Harold's passing and the funeral was planned for the next day. The kids, despite their protests, did not go to the service or the cemetery. They stayed at Nana Audrey's house with their cousins Tyler and Delia.
For them, the high point of the day may have been playing in the stretch limo that pulled up to take us to temple.
Stella and Marni have taken Papa's death as well as could be expected. They seem to understand, but come up with questions from time to time. They've both tried to make things easier for Lisa and Nana Audrey.
When I think back about Harold, two things make me smile:
- Harold was an optometrist... and the first day I met him, he immediately took me to his office and changed my glasses. He didn't like what I was wearing.
- He was the king of St. Maarten. We visited him and Audrey several times at their time share on the island and he was truly in his element when he was there.
We all love and miss you Papa Harold.
