Stu, my friend for nearly 50 years, after years of declining, debilitating health, died peacefully two weeks ago at the age of 93. He was a life long optimist, so much so that his vanity license plate read “OPTIMIST”.

Stu wrote the following poem when he turned 51.

“Here I am at 51 - To me my life has just begun - Strange as I grow younger every year - Of growing old I have no fear - I’m just a kid in every way - Life is but a bowl of joy - Let me just remain an overgrown boy”

And then two years ago he wrote….

“Here I am at 91 - I know I am still lots of fun - Some of the years have been rather rough - But I go forward determined and tough - My neck has been broken - My heart has been fixed - My memory betrays me - And I’m somewhat famished (confused) - Loss of family and dear friends - Has been so very painful - For special ones who do remain - I am so extremely grateful - The gift of my life - Are my wife, kids and grands - My love and my pride - For them never ends - May you my dear Lo - Remain at my side - For you are my love - My eternal bride - If lucky I’ll be here at least 30 more - An optimist I remain forever more - Yes my life continues with so much joy - And still I remain an overgrown boy”

Stu left his family and friends a loving legacy.

What will be your legacy?

-Harriet