As a kid, the Woodside Ave house was a safe haven of sorts for me. It was a place where a smile, a for-sure hug from Mom and jokes from big daddy Bruce instantly calmed my own chaos. I trusted it; it was consistent, healing and I loved it. And later as a man, I would stop by the house from time-to-time, or run into Mom at Publix, and it would set things straight again with me. Laura and Pete (Doug was already moved out -- but we sneaked in and out through his back bedroom), you and your family hold special meaning to people in different, yet very similar, ways. It's not what Mom or Big Daddy said that's remembered, it's how they made people feel that lives in our hearts and minds.