Dr. Albert Clement Heimlich
1919 - 2007, Santa Barbara
We think of you every time we watch the evening light hit the mountains, see a condor, a fish, a polished rock, drive to Peach Tree, drive the Baja Beetle, the Mighty Mite, ride the Totegote, eat jerky, go to Lake Cachuma, see an Indian bead, hear the sound of a slide projector, appreciate our straight teeth, wear the jewelry you made us, read Robert Service, appreciate Santa Barbara, sit on your bench.
We love you Dad, Al, and miss you every day.
“People do not die for us completely, but remain bathed in some sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality, but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.” -Marcel Proust