Never a day has gone by that I do not think of you, my memories of the times long before you became ill during the past two years or so, even beofre you had your stroke. I remember you as a the man you were; walking, talking and experiencing life daily. You would have your quiet and lonely days but as you would often say is that you gave your self a talking to and pick your self right up. I missed our conversations, I miss seeing you.