I also wanted to share one of Dad's favorite passages that I think really captures his wonderful spirit. "Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a tempermental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals." - Samuel Ullman Despite the times that were dark and difficult, he still managed to bring the spirit of this quote--the joy and lthe aughter into the lives of so many that knew him.

He was a wonderful man, and the best father I could have ever imaged. I miss him dearly, and always will.

We worked together at Information Builders for 4 years - we shares an office for much of the time. I've had problems with chronic depression all of my life (recently diagnosed as ADHD/LD) and, sadly, have had only a single friend during my adult life, Bob. Bob and talked at length about our emotional issues, concerns and philosophies. I knew he was bipolar and his depressions ran deep. Mine did, too. I also hated the medication I was taking, as did he. He was the only person who was able to make me laugh. One of his favorite comments to me was: "I'm older than you are, and I always will be." Since I left IBI in 2000, we drifted apart, talking occasionally - and that was OK because the bond we had formed was renewed each time we talked. The last time I recall we talked was to make plans to see the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young reunion concert in MSG in 2006. We exchanged emails from time-to-time after that. The last one I have is from August, 2007. I'd been trying to reach him for the past several months - I needed to see him again and was intending to drive down to do so. And only yesterday, 7/26/09, I talked to Jane, who told me. I miss him very, very much.