Amy Miller
For the rest of my life, Frank Sinatra singing Summer Wind will remind me of the summer weekends when I'd hear the laughter, splashing, and play, and smell the food cooking on the grill. The sounds of Ed and Connie enjoying their family. He used to try to get me to go bowling, which I had no interest in, but never had the heart to say so. He was the kind of guy who'd look out for us when the weather turned bad or if we needed help jumping a car.
Never heard him say a bad word about anyone. He was a nice man who loved his family and friends. And we will miss him dearly.