Today my house is super clean and a ton of laundry done through a butt load of tears and complete heartbreak. My great buddy Troy, the guy in the pic with me in the avatar died today. I went to see him in the hospital last night but he was heavily sedated on a breather and morphined up, so I didnt get to "talk with him and let him know I was there, but I hope against all hope that he still knew I was..that he heard me somehow. I got the message this morn that he had passed. I am including two pics that I took with him a few years ago. I scheduled a trip to take him to the local airshow, as he had never been to one. The first pic,(one of several of that i took) is when I had lifted him from his chair and into the cockpit of the Blackhawk . See how lit up he is? When i dang near dropped him, he looked like he crapped himself, but when i got him into that seat, he wouldn't stop grinning and cooing for the rest of the day. It was the one and only time he ever got that oppurtunity, and he was thrilled to the end of the world.....until....the next pic... which was us with a company of WWII reenactors from a local chapter. When these guys (who were incredibly gracious.. it was 98 on the tarmac that day and all of them were wanting him to have their water). When he saw these guys in their full uniforms, actually taking the time to talk to him and engage him, he lit up even more than the cockpit seat moment. He wasn't able to talk but nonetheless his joy and thrill was as obvious as a hundred suns...despite getting a minor sunburn that day. These are moments that really bonded us. He was the most amazing guy ever. EVER.