I met Henry in Mexico in, I think, 1985.
We only hung out together for about a week, but I don't think I ever laughed so much as I did with Henry.

In life, sometimes we meet people who have a real love of life, like a desire for joy and to make others around them happy too. Henry was one of those special people.

I know at that time he was quite aggrieved at the death of his brother, by his own hand, a victim of the gang lifestyle and of the proliferation of firearms in society. This was a needless tragedy that, at the time, bothered Henry very deeply.
I do believe there was a special place reserved in heaven, for Henry when he got there.
Rest in Peace, my friend.