My memories of my father are vast and never ending. Some of my most vivid memories are of things like breaking a neighbor's window while playing baseball in the backyard; cheering on Pete Rose and Johnny Bench at Reds baseball games and gathering whatever freebies they were handing out that day; lying on the shag carpet in the crook of my dad's ribs and hip bones watching sports on TV and hoping that a bad play didn't happen, because if it did, he would sit up and yell and I'd inevitably have to readjust my reclining position; weekends at wrestling tournaments playing cards with my sister and spending summers in Findlay at his various siblings houses. I will never forget his love for children, his eyes just lit right up when he was around kids. I think him being a grandparent was probably one of the highlights of his life, you can see the joy in his face in so many pictures with his grandchildren. He shared with me his love of animals, there was not a stray he wouldn't take in and take care of. He was a compassionate and loving human being whose mind was stolen from him much too soon in his life. I am saddened that my children didn't get to know him the way I did, but I am happy they got to see a glimpse of it. I will miss you dearly dad, but I am at comfort knowing that your suffering has ended. I love you dad.    ~your daughter, Debra Janes Arenstein, August 2, 2020