Al

Every time I walk by the kitchen I see your smiling face hanging on the fridge. You were like my own private Obi-wan Kenobi. You were a good neighbour and a fantastic man. I'm glad to have known you for the time that I did. Thank you for those talks in your garage. I never got to tell you that in person. You've been gone for awhile now but your memory is still fresh in my mind. I hope you're resting in peace and love. Thank you Al. God Bless.

Gabriel Janas

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