Bruce and I knew each other as teenagers in Virginia Beach back in the days of higu school and his purple VW bus. I remember being drawn to the sparkle in his eyes and the kindness of his face. I tried to find him over the years, wanting to catch up and hear of the man he'd become. I am so desperately sorry for the lost of such a kind soul and hope that in time the memories of time spent with him help to fill the void his absence has created. I knew at 15 years old Bruce would become a good man and by reading the kind words of those whose lives were touched by his light-I know he became that man. Though it's been years-I've always remembered him fondly. My thoughts are with you all-for no matter how much he was hurting I'm sure he knew and was reminded every day how much you all loved him.