Dear Gerald, it seems like just the other day when I ventured down Ha jorth Road for the first time.
There you were, age 9 in all your glory. Me a city kid from the land of maple leafs, and you the kid with the laugh that you were always ready to share.
Everything that has a beginning has an ending, and we know that because we in our neverchanging soul are able make that observation.
We enjoy each moment as it comes, and keep open to the next. The light of your awareness will guide your way.
Until we meet again young man, keep in touch . . .