From Marguerite Nassar

To all who loved Bud,

I know I am late with these reflections but I am without my daughter this weekend and can finally write.

The first word I think of when I think of Bud is “stable”.  He brought a groundedness to meetings  I attended with him. Maybe it was his deep, earthy laugh but I know that Bud’s mere presence, along with his outside-the-box thinking, urged a group quietly forward.

When I joined CCP in its second year, I have to admit that Bud could be a bit intimidating. But soon, we became friends and he was chatting over lunch at the Bellevue Club about how much he loved Kathy and his humanity shown though.

Bud was a friend I could count on. When I came into a wine collection, Bud not only stored it, he organized it and took inventory countless times as I attempted to sell it. He took ownership of the wine, I believe, because he knew how much I needed the assistance. He was there to help and I will always remember that.

My favorite memory further illustrates Bud’s great humanity.  Recently, after I had joined him in the world of the disabled, I recall Bud trying to help me transfer from the passenger seat to the driver’s seat in my van – no easy task when your legs don’t work. He had me lie down across both seats, put my arms over my head and then he opened the driver’s door and pulled. It was messy but it worked. We both broke into laughter. This was the last time I saw Bud and it will always be my fondest memory of him.                                                                          

Marguerite