Harvey was a husband, a father, and the quiet center of our family. He loved Lynda—his wife of many years—and he was so proud of his kids: Ricky, Rosemarie, Michael, and Ryan. He didn’t need big words or grand gestures. He showed his love by showing up, working hard, and being there—steady and sure. He worked for years at Vanity Fair as a sewing mechanic, always dependable and skilled at what he did. But his happiest moments were found outdoors. Harvey loved fishing, hunting, and the peace that came with being in nature. Give him a quiet morning, a boat, and a line in the water, and that was his kind of perfect day. He was a man of few words but deep love. He gave everything he had to his family, and we always knew how much he cared—even if he didn’t always say it out loud. We miss him every single day. But we carry him with us—in the quiet moments, in the things he taught us, and in the love he left behind.