Strange how when someone we know dies, each following day separates us from them more and more. While paradoxically at the same time they are outside of time, stopped, we are getting closer and closer to being out side of time with them. Perhaps on the last day of my life a feeling will overcome me that all the departed are standing right next to me. I had the same thing happen with the singer Andrew Wood. When I moved to Seattle I found out that I had missed him by a few years. It was that close. And now as the years go by his legend too grows dim. But I am moving closer! Mac hold that door!