Well today is the worst day of my life, the one person who has always been there for me, who has taught me to love, who has showed me respect and taught me to respect, who has been a mentor on all subjects he could handle, who was my father, whether or not the birth certificate says he is...passed away last night when he was riding his bike across the road and he was hit by a truck, and I can't tell you how empty I feel, I keep thinking that maybe this is a horrible nightmare, that maybe my Uncle Robin will be waiting over at the gym for me with a smile on his face and his favourite saying "You're a goddamn awful size Lesley" and even though deep down in my heart I know that we'll never have those inspiring conversations anymore about my future every time I close my eyes I think about that pain that will never go away. He was a good man, a great father and was always the first to be there for me and although he had tough times with his family and with his life in general he always kept going. I never thought this day would come, I mean, we talked about it yesterday...about how we were going to get an apartment together, how I wanted him to walk me down the aisle when I was married...little did I know that that would be the last time I would ever speak to him, I wouldn't be able to tell him how he has changed my life in so many ways, how he has always been there to give me a hug or a shoulder to cry on or how he's always been there to urge me on to greater things. I know, Pierre, tell him, he can hear me...but I can't hear him anymore and he can't re-assure me that everthing will be okay "Les" he can't tell me that he's fine and that pain is no longer an issue...well he knows that I love him and that I will always miss him and that he will never really be gone...he'll stay in my memory and my heart forever....Thank you.