Uncle Henry only knew me as a small child before I immigrated to New Zealand with my parents, Arthur (his brother) and my mother, Daphne. Although Uncle Henry was far away and not near, he was always held dear. My father thought the world of his older brother, and as a child stories of their childhood together were reminisced to us. It is with deep sorrow that I never got to know him in person again, even living closer for the past 44 years in California, U.S.A. Sometimes I got to speak to him on the telephone but unfortunately his hearing was bad, my voice soft, so the conversations were not very long. He will always be remembered as a beloved uncle. My heart goes out to Carol and Simon for their loss, and for all the devoted, loving care they gave to Uncle Henry. I know he got the best! Uncle Henry, your memory will live on forever. Love always. Susan (nee Pratt) and Lee