As I stood listening to the ancient chants at a memorial park, honoring my friend's father on memorial day, I was taken back by the beauty of the green grass, the blowing wind and the notion of family. This man was the epitome of someone who lived his life with honor. When the rabbi asked to throw out adjectives to describe him, loving, generous, full of life...until one of the grandchildren, a young girl, loudly stated, "integrity". The rabbi turned around abruptly surprised by the advanced vocabulary of the girl and asked her why she said that, maybe unsure if she understood its meaning. She responded, "because he did good things when no one was looking." That reflects a life worth honoring this memorial day.