Tony, losing a special friend is like losing part of yourself. We live with many memories; precious ones and your friend has left you with some beautiful ones.

My friend, sax player, lives alone, no car, very little money, and an aching body; I see him every Friday for the last five years. We have breakfast and talk about the good times we had. I will miss him.

Tony, embrace your precious memories, part of your friend is still with you.

John C.