I remember Ben, my nephew, as a young man who was gentle and grateful. When I saw him with his grandmother, my mom, Barbara Beeghly he was so kind and gentle to her. She loved him in a special way as he was her first grand child.
On one occasion when I was visiting my parents in Phoenix, Arizona, and Ben was there, I took a picture of Ben with his arm around his grandma Beeghly, and leaning his head into hers. She had a big smile on her face.
Ben and I had been texting the week before his death. His texting included, "I sure appreciate the offer," I had offered to go to Salem and pick Ben up to come to Portland for his dad's early birthday celebration with his brothers, a good friend of his dad's, and myself.