I was thinking about emailing you soon to see what capers you might have been up to. I loved trading emails with you, and knowing that this will be my last message to you dampens the eyes and constricts the throat. Saying a final goodbye was not expected.
I'll miss helping you tinker around with your trike and, afterwards, chatting over a cup of coffee and one of your homemade muffins. But your spirit carries on, and I'll still be watching for you to come flying down the street on that big blue machine with a load of groceries in the back.
Thank you, Bill. I am richer for having known you.