Tribute to Hal Newell, Jr. By Nancy E. Jones There are lots of unique adjectives to describe my Brother, Hal. Probably the most accurate is LOVING! He was also: Fearless Mischievous Adventurous Curious Compassionate Engaging Impetuous Spontaneous Funny But most of all: LOVING Hal had such a faith-filled nature. Sarah has told me that they were always planning the next mission trip so that Hal could share his faith, his love of people and his strong belief in the power of one person sharing his faith with another. Hal was always looking to share this gift. Even in the final days of his battle, he was thinking of others. Sending me off on a commission to make sure that the two wonderful health care aides, Joy and Samuel, received a Huckaby daily meditations book and a Spanish-version Bible. Over the last months together Hal and I'd reminisced. When we were about ten or eleven, we had a sneaking around phase. All in an effort to avoid some appropriate responsibility. We'd sneak across the field in Gates Mills to Aunt Lydia's and Uncle John's to spend a decadent Saturday morning in front of the television. Then Aunt Lydia would ply us with hot dogs, chips, ice cream until we felt queasy. On we'd sneak away to a little Fort in the ravine behind Grammy's house. There we'd dream up all sorts of wondrous things and imagine that we were hiding from bad guys. Or in Maine we'd spent a lot of time down at the dock fishing for harbor pollock to feed to Mrs. Bulger's cat, Felix. At the end of the summer, Felix had noticeably increased his girth thanks to our fishing success. In the carefree childhood days, we were so very close, spending a lot of time hanging out together. He was my best and only buddy.