18 years ago … that Friday morning, your Dad came over to my apartment on the river to do our morning workout … he was oh so quiet that morning … disarmingly quiet and preoccupied about something … I tried to draw him out, but he continued withdrawn … put on the Bill Moyer’s PBS video “Amazing Grace” … which we watched/listened to while we worked out … well …I could go on and on about the rest of that eventful next 24 hours … oh so many lives that were to be changed forever …  in so many ways … had a call a few years ago, from someone asking about the name of the book that told the story of your Dad’s life (to my knowledge there is none) … he was a wonderful man, a great friend … best friend ever/forever … still miss him and have accepted that’s the way it’s to be … always missing him … a part of me died when he died … like “For Whom the Bell Tolls” … and life goes on … but it’s never been quite thesame without your Dad in it …