Abby, aka Grandmahouth is one of the most special women in my life. In fact, I can hardly remember life without her. Since I was a little boy, we'd get together with the family and friends in New York, either Syracuse or Manhattan and from there adventures, laughter and tears (usually and mostly of joy) were on the menu du jour. From deciding to go to the movies on the UWS late at night and putting fur coats over our pajamas, to cruising the caribbean and trying to buy an abandoned castle in St Maarten, pepperoni soup, fashion shows with costume changes at the best 2nd hand store in Syracuse and I can just go on and on. All my love to the entire family, especially to my dearest Lisa, Candace, Mark and Peter and to Joe as well, across the pond(s). I am now putting on my Grandmother's mink coat to do the gardening and preparing apple pie, pepperoni soup and mounds and mounds of "gar" to go on everything. Abby lives on forever - all her best parts are watching over us and we are grateful for this.