My little brother I can’t believe you’re gone! We are beyond devastated! The only thing that keeps me going are all the great memories I have of you! I remember the last time you were home and we sat in Mom and Dad’s garage laughing hysterically about the time Mom burned the chicken until there were only bones left! Then like always you had to pick on me about my bleached blond hair, my dragon lady nails and me making my kindergarten crafts. I’ll miss you picking on me! PJ, I love you more than you’ll ever know and I made you one of my kindergarten crafts to put by your headstone. Love, your sister
PJ was everyone’s friend and will be missed by many. From the day I met PJ, I never saw him without a smile. He was a truly wonderful guy. I was sad to hear of his passing and shared the news with the Class of 1982. We all send our deepest sympathies to you Paul & Joyce. May your cherished memories bring you peace.
Dear Paul and Joyce,
My sincere condolences. I am so sorry for your loss, and all of our loss. Howard was the kindest man and most loyal friend I have ever known. He was an easy friend to all and was one of the unique people that could cross over the social circles that tended to divide high school. So many fond memories of riding motorcycles, cruising the back roads in that '67 Charger, and late evenings up at the farm. Always willing to lend a hand when a bike wouldn't start or a car broke down. I once asked PJ about the oil leak on my VW Bug (He did not like that car.) He said "Don't worry about it, it will stop leaking when it runs out of oil."
We connected as often as we could when I happened to be in town on travel. One of the last visits PJ picked me up at the San Diego airport. All he said was "Ryan", crushed me with a massive bear hug, grabbed my bag and said "let's get you a beer". Always like we had seen each other the day before. Always the same smile. The attached photo was one year when I caught him on St. Patrick's day. I lost count of how many bars we hit in the Gas Lamp District and he seemed to know someone in almost every bar we visited. Six hours later he dumped me out at my hotel. That made for some very difficult meetings the next day.
I am so honored to call your son my friend.
He will be sincerely missed.