Francis E. Storer Jr.

Out of the blue, I had a dream about Uncle Tigger two nights ago. He was young, handsome as ever and bounding around the West Side Tennis Club interviewing players and fans and then banging out his story on a typewriter, fully engaged and happy to be doing what he loved. Larger than life, animated, gregarious, inquisitive and passionate about tennis and the art of the best strokes and volleys. It has been three years since we lost him and his sister Mouse, my mom, a week later to the day. Not...

Oh, Adine. I am so sorry. I know how close you were to your dad. You were a wonderful, caring daughter. Am thinking about you and sending love!

Adine, your father was a lovely man. I remember him and your mother so fondly. Your father was always so kind and treated me like a young adult even as a pre-teen. And your parents were such an inspiration; they seemed so very happy together. I am very sorry for your loss. with love, Andrea (Inky)

Love you, Uncle Tigger. You were Tigger TIgger to me, Bob to all the world, and you were about the smartest, wisest, most decent and elegant man I ever knew.

My uncle was a huge sports enthusiast, a loving husband, a proud father and the best brother ever to my mom, Mouse Rowley, who followed him in death by only a week and talked in her final hours of their time riding bicycles in Ridgefield, Conn., together as children.

Tigger taught me how to think as much as my mother...