When Harvey was a tot in Iron River, my mother, his aunt Dorothy Uren Andreasen, often took care of him. She loved him dearly and as I was growing up, she sometimes told me stories about those times. The one I remember best is the time she found Harvey sitting up on the hill behind Art and Edna's hill with their dog (a hound?). He was doling out dog biscuits like cookies and saying to the dog, "One for you and one for me." May memories of Harvey and his love comfort you and ease the pain of your loss.