Cliffs life with me began in the middle of his life. I don't know about the beginning. I know about the middle and the end. He loved me. He called me his punkin seed. He challenged me mentally and supported me emotionally. He was fun and funny. We liked the same things. Fishing, boating, motorcycles. Trips with no destination, just the ride and flipping a nickel when we got to an intersection. heads we went north, tails we went south. Cliff enjoyed life. He laughed ALOT. He could make me laugh when I was so mad I was "stomping". When we knew He was going to die our talks became more personal. We talked of things most people never get a chance to say to one another. I am lucky to have that. I am going to write more chapters for him He deserves it. I will always hold him in my heart. He is my "pooh bear".