The stimulating conversation has been interrupted. The scheming and dreaming has been put on hold. Your learning curve has leaped beyond anything I can imagine. You were more than a son to me–you were a challenge to my intellect, a source of renegade laughter, a one man resistance movement, an non-conformist without being an anarchist, a wise inquirer who took the time to understand me, then explain me to myself. Dad and I, it appears, have some things to finish up here on earth. He is 77 and I am 70. See you soon, dear friend. See you soon. We’ll talk more then.
~~ Karen Mains