I always would see Henry at Martha's. The coffee shop on Church St., just up the street from my flat. Henry, the soft spoken gentleman that he was, would be sitting there, reading the paper and having his coffee. He would speak softly and I would have to lean over into the table to hear him..He would not waste time on greetings. Leaning in, his soft voice would say "Rinpoche........". It was always something about the Vidyadhara...Right in the middle of Martha's..Henry, the transmission man, the reminder. I miss Henry already. Noticed now, everytime I go past Martha's, I wonder for a second if Henry is there. For me, he will always bring the reminder.