Dr. Patrick Grosvenor Graham

I am so sorry to read this. My father and Patrick were in training camp together in the early 50s. They remained friends throughout their lives. I was asked to call Patrick when my mother died and he and I struck up a bit of a friendship. We exchanged letters throughout the years, which I always looked forward to reading. Our biggest joke was with the "casserole ladies" and how he was still faster than any casserole lady. My father loved him dearly. Sounds like many feel the same way.