Indeed, you are wise, Wise Woman! I've been going through the pictures I have of Neil and pictures without him in them, but of some times we shared together and I can almost feel him next to me. Strange how that can be comforting as well as painful. Chances are good that I'll never look down at the ruins of the "baths" that used to exist on the shores of San Francisco. I'll certainly never walk the streets of the Castro District with him guffawing at the shocked look on my face. But that time was special shared between two accepting friends.

Yes, you bet I'm going to put a picture or two of him out where we can all see it. I'll remind John of always being "Little Johnny" to Neil.

Thanks again. Your words allowed me to bring those memories up and talk about them. Thanks for helping me embark on my grieving process.





<font color=blue>"Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt" --Shakespeare</font color=blue>