two years.. and i still don't know what to write.. i know what i feel, but i can't find the words.. forgive me, i guess i'm not good at this.. you were always fun to be around, more than fun really.. you just made every time a special time.. there aren't many people on the planet like that.. the spectrum of people who'se lives you made more enjoyable - even for a little while - is both broad and long.. i look at the thank you letter you sent me - even in your difficult position you were thinking of others - every time i set at my desk.. it saddens me, but also reminds me of how very special you were.. i wish i had done more with you.. i wish i had done more for you.. clearly there were ways i could have been of value.. i didn't even help my own brother.. please forgive me.. make sure you save a big table up there Gar, we'll be coming soon enough.. and you know we won't be quiet, as usual.. to the happy times, my friend, my brother.. or, as so aptly fits" "good times, good times".