Paul, it has been 10 years. I got out your Jim Beam hat and, well, got a little teary and I have a lump in my throat as I write this. However, going through the pictures here always make me smile. Thanks Dawn, and anyone else who provided photos. They are helpful. I have to get back to work and it's too early in the day, but I will drink a beer with you later. Here's to a great kid that turned into a great man. All my love, Mike.

Not how did he die, but how did he live? Not what did he gain, but what did he give? Not, what was his church, nor what was his creed? But had he befriended those really in need? Was he ever ready, with word of good cheer, to bring back a smile, to banish a tear? Not what did the sketch in the newspaper say, but how many were sorry when he passed away?