Buck was my otherside. Before I thought of of something, whether good or bad. He would be there with whatever I needed. A ear to listen, or a shoulder to cry on. I was a single mother of two children. A very hard job from start. But my children, he held as his own. And vice save versa. We stayed roommates in till the children were grown. My son Chief in the Navy, my daughter (which was his heart) could talk him into anything, who will be a RN in 3 weeks. Something he wanted to see graduate more than anything. He was special to many people, young and old. He took care of all their needs. Plumbing, garden and small other things. For almost nothing. He passed away in my chair in my home. Probly right where he was comfortable. Broke my heart to find out that his family we're not going to do anything. So I had a last moment for Buck here at my home. When their was the most people here, I gave a balloon to everyone, and we let them fly with all of our goiod by's. I have his ashed. Not ready to open yet. I know no one as much as him. Nor will I
  Buck I feel you here close, I do need you. But you need to go where God can rap he hands around you, and thank you for all the people you helped. I will make it now. And if not, God will bring Mr. To my other side.