Godfrey was a man of tradition and routine. My dad already talked about how much Godfrey valued his family and cared about preserving its history and traditions. And on a personal level, he loved his own routines. Everything from waking up at four in the morning every day to making the perfect cup of tea.

As kids, my brother and I used to sleep over at Barbara and Godfrey’s house pretty regularly. In my memories, these sleepovers all blend together a little bit because we would do almost exactly the same thing each time. But those routines and traditions are what I remember most now, and they have become so emblematic of the happy times that we spent together.

The sleepover would start in the afternoon. We would go swimming in their pool, which was always freezing, and Godfrey would let us climb all over him and hit him with pool noodles. Godfrey would always lose his (blue) contacts in the (blue) pool and then send me to go dive after them. Then came the lesson on the value of a hard day’s work, where Godfrey would pull out his dozens and dozens of handkerchiefs and pay me a couple of cents to iron each one. For dinner, he would make his special fettuccine Alfredo. My brother and I would always beg to know what was for dessert, but all he would say was “wait and see”. The dessert was always the same - jello - but the game of “wait and see” was half the fun. After dinner, Godfrey and I would play cribbage, a game that he taught me, along with a variety of creative swear words. In the mornings, we would embrace our British heritage by eating soft-boiled eggs - or “eggy in a cup”, as we called it. For those who aren’t familiar, you put the egg in a little cup, crack a small hole in the top and then dip skinny pieces of toast inside to eat the yolk. We had a whole ritual where we would finish the egg, flip the empty shell over so that you couldn’t see the hole, and pretend that we didn’t want the egg after all. My brother and I could barely make it through this game without cracking up because even after dozens of times, it was still hilarious to us. Then Barbara would make waffles and we would all do the crossword together.

These traditions were silly, they didn’t take much effort, and they were known only to the four of us. But they were so important. They stand out as some of the strongest and most fundamental memories from my childhood.

I know that Godfrey often worried about his legacy. He felt that he didn’t do enough in his time, that he didn’t leave enough behind him. But I think most people in this room would probably beg to differ. And as his granddaughter, I would too. I may not have learned exactly what he wanted to teach me, but he has been hugely influential on my life. I didn’t go to Stanford or live in England because of him, but learning about his life and the history of our family made those experiences so much more meaningful to me. I think what I’ve learned from Godfrey and his life is that those everyday traditions and rituals do matter. And that being one small part of something bigger can be enough.

I think I will feel his absence most in the little things. Every time I see a Mounds bar and I remember how he bribed neighborhood kids to bring them to him on Halloween. When the family gets together for the holidays and no one yells at us to only open one present at a time. When something exciting happens in the aerospace industry and I don’t get an article in the mail a few days later. I will always miss him but I feel so lucky for the time that we had together. Thank you.