I went on the internet a few days ago, hoping to find recordings by James Ambrose, who was our piano professor at Armstrong. I'd googled Ruskin and was able to exchange a few emails with him about a year ago. He and Scott were leaving for a trip to Germany the next week. While listening to a recording of James playing Chopin, I started to search for a recording of Ruskin, excited and feeling sure that I would find him. Instead, I found his obituary. My heart cried out and I couldn't stop crying the entire day. My time of knowing Ruskin was too brief, but had a life-long impact. Like so many remembrances by friends, and I just read every one, Ruskin had a way of going into your very soul. That's where we knew each other, on a soul level. I think he had a clear intent to make that kind of deep connection with all of us. His passion, his humor, his inspiration, his need to reach into the heart, all this was the drive behind his enormous talent. I know that twinkle in his eyes so many of you have mentioned. It's embedded in my memory and my heart. I missed him over the years, and now I just send him a smile from my heart, and see him smiling back, knowing. To Scott, Robert and Ruskin's brothers, a heartfelt blessing for your healing. I do believe he is in the company of Emmaline and the angels.