When someone passes it’s not the grand and profound we remember, it’s the small and simple that brings us the most joy and comfort. It’s the basil martinis made with such care, it’s the hugs squishing you filling you with love, it’s the time taken to untangle an impossibly tangled wind chime. As we sat on the porch this morning listening to the sweet tinkling of this chime we thought Harris is also untangled and free now. You will always be remembered with such love dear, Harris. Xo