Tomorrow marks the second anniversary of the death of my Uncle David. He played many roles in my life: Godfather to my son and to me, mentor in my career, role model. The night I learned that he had died I felt rudderless. I had relied on his advice and counsel for so long I could not fathom not having him around to keep me on azimuth. My aunt Vivian gave me some advice that helped though. She said that although he was no longer with us in this world, he had provided such strong guidance and a great example for so long that I would have a good idea of what decisions he would support when faced with a problem. This has proved true in large measure, but it's cold comfort nonetheless. You gave us more than we can ever repay Sir. We love and miss you. A lot.
