"I was really moved by the fact that a President's son would remember a black man from Harlem."

Neither he nor the son remembers anything unusual that night.

In the second, the grieving son remembers his mother's advice to "make a parade of every moment."

I want to keep it going long enough that my son will remember this great thing we did together.

The mother and son remember him in different ways these days.

His sons remember well the day in 1977 when he gave each a digital watch.

His son remembers his having said that he spoke, read and wrote "about 24 languages."

Her son remembers when she even showed private bedrooms to particularly eager visitors.

His son remembered the tale, and that was how the poem got written down when they returned.