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Since the moment I learned of Harry's death, I have been crying or close to tears. I feel foolish feeling such grief for a man I never met. But I realize that even though I never met the man, he was present for so much of my life that he is almost family to me. Because baseball is played for half the year and, in particular, during the muggy, lazy, joyous summer days of childhood, his voice felt like childhood, ice cream, sparklers, dusk falling on a soft summer night, a first kiss, graduations, weddings, cool September nights, and all that is good in this life. I know I must accept that his voice has been silenced, I weep because I feel that I have lost a piece of my childhood. I hope that as time goes on, I will hear his voice again and it will remind me of the happiest memories in my life. Until then, I continue to grieve the loss of a great man, a Philadelphia institution, and the ambassador of childhood to millions of people, young and old, in the Delaware Valley and beyond. I will truly miss you, Harry--thank you for being a part of my life!
Posted by: Anonymous April 16, 2009