My dear friend, Ben.

I loved your soul from the first time we met. I loved your smile, the twinkle in your eyes, and the feeling of your strong hand in mine.

I love how you loved all the grandkids. They loved you back and still call you "Grandpa Ben".

I loved your stories - from Indonesia to Medford to Portland, Oregon.  From Doc Brown's shop, to the racetrack to the joy of seeing your children being born and growing up.

Now you are forever part of our story.  Gone too soon, but forever remembered and always in our hearts.

Rest in peace,  Ben.

Love,

Zita (Zma)