He was a happy person who could talk to anyone. As many of us remember, he rarely talked about himself. Perhaps he would tell a story about something he had done with other people, a quail hunt in March 2006 comes to mind, but the story was always about the other person. He treated himself as an auxiliary character. His open manner and smile made everyone at ease. Our family gatherings were full of laughter because of him. Well, maybe the wine helped.
The photo above is of Dad with my eldest daughter when she was two.