Harry was my dad's roommate at Manor Care. In spite of Harry's illness, any time I would stop to see my father, Harry would have a smile, a wave and a hello. And, if we could not find the TV remote, Harry would search frantically around his bed until we would find it. Harry never complained when we had to talk loud in order for my father to hear and Harry looked out for my dad's welfare if there was anything he could do to help out. I am sorry for your loss and pray Harry is resting peacefully now in God's care.