Dear Metz Family:
I obviously echo the sentiments of all previous posters to this page. One of the last times I saw Ray was on a trip to LA. He suggested we go see the Grateful Dead in concert. Though neither of us were fans, we had lots of friends who were rabid about them, so we figured we'd check out what they were about. They happened to be in LA when I was there so we got tickets and went to see them. As was customary, we got there early, drank beer in the car, and then went into the concert. By the middle of the concert, where the Dead play a senseless, seemingly endless jam with no words, we were both asleep. When we woke up, we had a laugh; and I believe he suggested we go eat Mexican food, which we did. He was a bright light and a beautiful man. I gave my daughter his name in the hopes that she would carry on the light into the next generation. LIke all of you, I miss him terribly, and I wish you the best.