My favorite memory of Harold took place at his son’s wedding. Harold cried and cried. The love and the emotion he felt for his son that day was the moment Harold won my heart. That rough, tough exterior was washed away! I knew then he was a good guy. Another is at our last phone conversation, he asked me how many grandkids I had. I said 5. He said, “that’s nothing,”. I reminded him he had 3. He quickly said, I have a bunch! Harold didn’t let blood determine who was family, or whom he loved. Harold will be missed. Much love, strength and comfort sent to his family and friends. As Harold always said, “It is what it is”. He is safe with his dad and Terri now.