Berry was a dear friend. He is the one who reached out to me and eventually was instrumental in bringing me to the University of Baltimore. There is not a single instance that I can recall that being with Berry, speaking with Berry, or emailing with Berry was anything but fun, happy, and wonderful. Berry was a man of his word and any promises he made, he kept. That is one of the measures I use to determine my respect for a person. I respected him greatly. I was fortunate to know Berry and more fortunate that on Friday the 24th of February, we got together at USG for a session on using some Forensic tools. I had prepared some goodies for Berry and he was overjoyed to receive them. He then took me a lunch at a new restaurant neither one of us had been to before. The food was wonderful. We had some great conversation about work, politics, and history. Overall we must have spent some 5-6 hours together. When he was leaving, I gave my friend a parking voucher and as I stepped out of the elevator, he stuck his head out with his mustache smile to thank me once again for the material. I looked at him with a smile that always came naturally when talking to Berry and we both waved goodbye and agreed to meet again in the next few days. That scene is forever etched on my mind now as I found out two days after that Berry was gone. It goes without saying that all those he came across in his life were touched by him. The University of Baltimore's Forensic program owes its existence to Berry Grant and for generations to come, there will be hundreds and even thousands who will go through it and have their lives changed for the better because of what he started. Missing you my dear friend and wish you were here. Nima