I have so many memories all colliding. Mostly I remember his hands...so huge and powerful with his light olive colored skin stretched tightly over muscle. I even remember calluses on his knuckles.

But when he spoke (I don't remember a lot of speaking) he used those hands in a gentle and expressive way. Everything about him was big: The feet. The legs. His head, even.

But, man oh man, that when that smile took over his face...there wasn't room any longer for his eyes. They became slits to make room for the smile.

His teeth always surprised me. They were little and had little spaces between them....almost like a child's. Sometimes he smiled like that without any sound. Usually he was watching you [Sybil] do something very Sybilish. His head cocked to the side, smiling and watching. Sometimes he's shake his head a little bit. Watch and smile. I always thought he loved you so deeply.

[These words about Len were written in a note to Sybil.]