The Henry that I knew was a sweet, kind, and loving man. He would laugh so hard with his grandchildren, he would cry. You could feel his pride and see the joy in his face whenever he saw any of his grandchildren. Henry was a master storyteller. Often when family and friends gathered you would hear one of Henry's stories. It gave him so much joy to tell his stories. We are fortunate that Henry wrote down some off them. The stories in this book with the exception of The Bus And The Bees are in Henry's own words. I was blessed to have had Henry in my life for 24 short years. Our memories may fade but these stories will live on.