I LOST ALL CONTACT WITH BOTH AFTER I WAS INJURIED ON THE JOB, WORKING AS A POLICE OFFICER. I DID SPEAK TO YOU ON THE PHONE ONCE, WHILE TONI AND MAC WERE WITH YOU IN NEW YORK, ATTENDING YOUR GRADUATION...I WAS HOUSE/DOG SITTING FOR THEM. I FOUND YOUR FATHER HAS PASSED, MY HEART FELT A SLIGHT PHANTOM GIGGLE AS HE PASSED MY WAY TO SAY BYE NOW. I DO SO MISS OUR CONVERSATIONS. WE WOULD BE SITTING BY THE FIRE TALKING OF SILLY THINGS, FIREFLYS,SMOKE FROM A DAMP LOG, OR SILLY DOC GETTING TO CLOSE HIS NOSE WOULD BURN...SILLY LAB...BUT THOSE SIMPLE TALKS WOULD TURN INTO SERIOUS DESCUSSIONS..ESPECIALLY WHEN I LET THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG, BEEN THINKING I MIGHT CHECK OOUT GOING TO LAW SCHOOL....ONE NIGHT WE WERE LAYING SIDE-BY-SIDE WATCHING TV WHEN TONI CAME DANCING DOWN THE STAIRS...I STARTED LAUGHING AS DID MAC...AND TOLD HIM WE ARE BAD...WE ARE SO BAD....HIS HEAD ROCKED BACK, I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO BREAK HIS NECK, AND FROM SOEMWHERE I HAVE NEVER HAD THE PRIVILIGE TO VISIT, DOWNDEEP THE NOISE CLIMBED...LOUDER AND LOUDER UNTIL TEARS WERE ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEECKS LAUGHING SO HARD...HE SAID YOUR RIGHT BUZZ WE ARE BAD....I JUST WANTED TO TELL YOU THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME A SMALL BIT OF YOUR FATHERS AND STEP MOTHERS TIME AND SPACE...I AM TRULY A BETTER PERSON FOR THEM. KATHY BUZZELL