Before your passing, you had several good friends, including myself of course, standing by your side ,(A testament to what a great person you were).  We were all grief stricken and telling sad stories in the same room as you and I remembered that my grandmother said she was still able to hear me in that state, at which point I told everyone that you could likely still hear us so we should talk about good/fun times.  That's when I decided to tell the story of the first day you were to meet your daughter....you were SO happy and excited that she was coming in from NY and you'd get to meet her for the first time.  You were so worried that you wouldn't make a good impression on her and from the moment you found out about her, she was all that mattered.  Anyway,the day she was due to arrive was a Friday and the people across the street from your moms apparently called the cops on your 2 year old nephew for BEING TOO LOUD, which pissed you off!!!  You started cussing at the cop telling her just what you thought of the neighbors who did this and she kept telling you that if you didn't stop she was taking you to jail.  You still didn't care cuz those people had hurt your nephew so nothing the cop said was calming you down until I reminded you that this was the day you were going to meet Sarah for the 1st time and she'd only be here til Sunday.  Therefore, if you go to jail you won't meet her cuz you'll be in there til Monday.  You INSTANTLY shut up.  It was cute to see how much she meant to you and you hadn't even met her yet.  Anyway, as I was telling this story, everyone in the room was silent when we heard you go "Uh huh" as I was telling how fast you shut up.  Proving to all of us that you could still hear what we were all saying and that hearing is the last sense to go.  I miss you, Vic!!!!