I was 3 when my maternal grandfather died, 40 years ago today. My only memory of Frank H.J. Figge is of him making me laugh.
Thanks to M.J. Tooey, my community colleague at the University of Maryland, Baltimore, I learned that his “happy chuckle” was a hallmark, along with his “true research brain.”
My mother, Barbara Figge Fox, tells the story.
Thank you, M.J., and thank you, all librarians, for the light you bring to the world.
Thank you for sharing this heart felt gift. It brought tears to my eyes at the realization, after all the accolades have faded the legacy of love lives on. To know that even at 3 you received his loving expression. Beautifully powerfully healing. This is the purest healthcare model at its finest.
Thank you for seeing the thread between this story and the rest of what I do — when it comes down to it, I am often researching and writing about love.