I got to know Bud at Manorcare this past year while my mother Alice Pankey resided there. I could always count on seeing him in the hallway with a neatly pressed shirt and pants on and not a hair out of place. He kept asking me if I wanted to go dancing, I told him he didn't want to dance with me, I'd step on his feet. He really had away with the girls. He'd kiss my hand, look out over the top of his glasses and tell me I looked nice today. He had away of making people feel special. When I'd take my mother for walks, we'd always stop and visit with Bud. He was a good guy. It hurts to loose someone so dear to you. But Bud like my mother who passed away Feb. 26th, is now with his beloved once again. Fran Ealy