Marcia Baer
I have thought of "old Bob" so many times over the last few years. Wrote a letter. Never printed and mailed it. Called once, only to discover that Bob was in so much pain I think we both were secretly concluding things would likely be better in the next world. Or not world, depending on what highly intelligent old Bob concluded was worth believing, as he found out for sure. He was a GREAT friend and a wonderful neighbor.