I tiptoe gently into the forgotten yesterdays of my life, and find you enveloped in mystery like a city lost in the fog of uncertainty waiting for the sunlight to scatter the shadows. I knew you once as only a child knows wondering, waiting for morning to be born, and then much later I arrived at your doorstep, and you invited me into the symphony of sharing the agony and the ecstasy of life’s journey so trying and so exhilarating, for between each sunrise and sunset lies the day that the Lord has made, and we are called to rejoice and be glad in it. In the spirituality of waiting I grew up and saw another you, touched by life’s wounds healed by God’s love, and now know without a doubt that we are kindred spirits You and I. For Bob, my friend and my uncle