Thank you for posting, Calgon. (And, thank you, Mary Ann.)
Hucc almost always saw the bright side of everything, and was great at interjecting humor into the situation when he felt it was needed. I shared the following story at his service last year, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I did so here, as well. (Actually, some of you might know it already.)
Early in the course of his illness, he was admitted to the hospital for tests. He was bored, so he gave me a call while I was at work. We chatted for a few minutes, and then his speech started to slur. As I didn't want to upset him, I asked him as calmly as I could to press the call button for the nurse. He mumbled something inaudible again. I became more stern -- Hucc, your speech is slurring, please call the nurse. This went on for a few more rounds, which seemed like an eternity to me. Finally, he said -- in a voice as clear as usual -- "The nurse is already here. I had a thermometer in my mouth!"
This is the Hucc I will always remember, and who will always be with me. I miss him terribly, yet always find myself smiling when I do think of him.