I still remember the time I went with you on a field service call to fix an Organ on Martha's Vineyard. That was a great day and I will remember it forever.
I found that even though we were estranged due to crazy family circumstances, we had many similar interest and were alike in so many ways.
I remember your adopted turtle that you let hibernate in your basement, and your dog Ubu. I remember the pictures you showed me of you with Aerosmith and the Black Crows, photos taken when you repaired their Hammond B3 Organs. Also I remember back when you went with me and my young sons to go maiden my large sailplane. That's back when I was just learning how to fly radio control aircraft. The CG was off and that was the only flight of that model aircraft.
I hope others can learn from the mistake I made. I stood up to my family and stated I wanted to get to know you better but I also didn't want to burn bridges with my family. The situation was nuts. I shouldn't of been afraid to hurt their feelings to what I thought was right. I wanted to bring you my club's field where I fly model aircraft, I came a long way since the 90s.
Last year when I saw you in the hospital I was hoping that your prognosis was wrong and it was Lyme Disease curable with a strong dose of antibiotics. A friend was diagnosed the same as you but it turned out to be Lyme disease and he survived.
I hope there is a life after this. My wife gets upset with me because the older I get, the less religious I become. But, there's got to be something after this, right ? I would hope that life didn't just happen by chance.
I hope your at peace.