I think of Hen, too. I printed out the photo you took of him on the boat, reeling in a fish, just before he collapsed and I have that framed, sitting on my desk beside a picture of Floyd saluting me from in front of City Hall in Philly.
I recently found a snapshop of Uncle Henry and me on the front steps of the big house on Morris Road. He's holding me - I look to be about 4, I think. He and your Mom used to allow me to visit them in their one room in Pappy's house (before you were born)and I would dress up in Aunt Rachele's heels and jewelry. I must have been a terrible pest, but they never let on. I think my parents put a stop to it when they found out how often I was over there from our side of the house - or maybe they found out I was putting on jewelry and put a stop to that!!!