Thanks Judy, It is so tough. We lived next door to each other, it was always Les and I as far back as I can remember. Many times I would go to the shed after supper get the fire going, he would see the lights on and come over, we would have a chat, he would go home and I would let the fire go out and then go to the house. Many times he would show up with a couple of beers in his pocket, some times I had the beers. It is going to be hard going to the shed knowing he will not be showing up. Les was born a blue baby and had little chance of surviving but he did because Mom wouldn't give up on him. . I always tried to make his life easier any way I could. Any how I am blubbering on at this point. I am glad I checked in before I want to bed. It helps telling and relating to others. Good night.
