Dear Fred,
My partner in distress and in consolations.Memories sometimes can be blown away like sand dust but not the ones we shared together which shall forever live so long we exist. We walked the same paths from childhood to maturity we saw each other fell we saw each other rise. Oh Good old times, when we wine and dine together, when we tread along the alley leading to our school with our hands locked silently counting our footsteps. Today I so much long to see your golden smile which has the ability to lit in me...