In loving memory of Herbert (Herb) Fox, my father, who passed away one year ago on February 25, 2009

Not how did he die, but how did he live?

Not what he did gain, but what did he give?

These are the units to measure the worth

Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not what was his church, nor what was his creed?

But had befriended those really in need?

Was he ever ready, with a word of good cheer,

To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say,

But how many were sorry when he passed away.

I miss you and love you, Dad