I genuinely cannot remember when I first met Herman. He was more like family than my actual family, I loved to go up to campus and visit him. He and my dad would prank each other - or maybe dad just pranked him I can't actually remember if Herman ever pranked him back - and Herman always jokes that as long as they were standing around and he was keeping people from working, then he was doing his job of preventing maintenance (since his department was "preventive maintenance"). I remember one year when I went over to his home to watch the air show they used to have, because his home had a great view of the flight path.
I wish there was a way to condense a lifetime of someone closer than my uncle into a memory that can capture just who Herman was, and who he was to me. I'm glad he's Home, but I'm not glad he's not here anymore.