He was a gardener, a good gardener who provided peppers and cucumbers and squash to the neighbors on a regular basis. I was watching a clip on television the other night of a neighbor who talked so genuinely about him and what a wonderful, wonderful decent man he was. He was always volunteering to do work for his neighbors, mow their lawn, take care of things that needed to be taken care of in the neighborhood. He was described as the best husband and the best father you could think of. I would like to just end with some words by Wallace Stegner.
Friendship is a relationship that has no formal shape.
There are no rules or obligations or bonds as in marriage or the family. It is held together by neither law nor property nor blood. There is no glue in it but mutual liking. It is therefore rare. These two fine people were not only liked, they were loved by many, many people.