Dearest family, Even though I am unable to be there with you, I’m certain your hearts are filled with the many family and friends that have been touched by your father, your husband, my uncle, Uncle Mini. It is with my deepest regard that I have come to write this; however, in consideration and thought of dear Uncle Mini, my spirits lift and laughter escapes at the memories stored within. So, dear Uncle Mini, in thinking of you often, I chuckle hearing of you drinking breast milk when I was an infant. Yuk! Or smile thinking on Bill’s slight recollection of sailing on your boat or you taking him out to fish. You must have had, or at least exhibited a good amount of patience. Like the time I hair sprayed your super sweet daughter’s hair to be Jersey high. Oh my! Oh the patience! Uncle Mini, I most appreciated how you were always so thoughtful and sincere listening to other’s tales and adventures. You held an honest interest and seemed to whisper silent encouragement when I would share about my travels. However, it was you who seemed the adventurous one, though you may not have considered yourself as such, but I often seemed to be hearing of, what I would consider, grand adventures. Occasionally, between my ventures, I would pop in to the Armonk home, unannounced or with short announcement, and was always welcomed to good food and great company, and maybe a glass of wine! So, to you, and living your life as an adventure in parenting, business, and passions! To you. To thinking of you.