Sofia's POV
He worked right up until the last moment of his life, refused to listen to doctor's advice; I'm only surprised he didn't go sooner. I know that's a harsh thing to say, but the way he pushed himself, I am amazed.
It's a shame, he will be missed, by a lot of people; the church was packed with people, all of whom had loved him.
It's to him I owe a lot, my time at CSI, my knowledge and to some extent, my marriage. If it hadn't been for him introducing Nick to me, I wouldn't be the married woman that I am today, or the mother of three mischievous children.
We all said something about him, we had to. I spoke about my favourite memory of him, when we'd first meet, how he had tried out a new method of solving a crime, of interpreting. He was willing to change his spots if he needed to. He had been welcoming and warm in a way my father never had been with me. My children looked up to him as their grandfather. They don't really understand that their 'Grandpa' wouldn't be around at their next birthday party, or that they won't be able to visit his office anymore. They are only small, the oldest being about 6, the youngest 1 and a half.
I walked past his office the other day; all his things have been removed and packed away. We each took something to remember him by. I got a couple of books and a case of butterflies, they would have been sold otherwise, and my daughter loves butterflies.
I think Greg got the Billy Bass fish, it sits above the door to his office, in memory. We all walk in memory at the moment, memory of one loved man…