Thank you for bringing Carole so vividly to mind here, my brother. And thank you for orchestrating that night I met your mother at an AA meeting on the grounds of The General Theologic Seminary in Chelsea. It was a meeting I had never been to as I was only visiting New York still in college at NCSA. Carole had just moved to the city days before and I’m sure had 100 things that needed to be attended to, but that night, she chose to meet her son’s friend at an AA meeting. I was running late and walked into a packed room. Standing in the doorway, I scanned the faces of everyone in that room of mostly gay men until I landed on a woman with your face slyly gazing directly at me with a slight smile and that ever-present sparkle in her eyes. I had been seen. When the meeting ended, Carole made her way through the noisy gaggle of gays over to where I stood. When she got to me, she purred, “You must be Raymond.” I loved her instantly and over the next 10 years she always let me know how much she loved me, too. Thank you for sharing her so generously with me - back then, and tonight. Too much love will never be enough. 🙏🏻😌🧡