i recently perused the CD you gave me of photographs of the U2 show at foxboro. and now you cannot speak for yourself the tidal wave that took your life and forced us to ask is there really a God? who could believe this circumstance? the depth of a recognizance we were tasked to come to terms with begat an avalanche of an inescapable reality. as witnesses, we were then asked to confront the fact that death is always at the door. living is within every door, and you taught me that.