I have been searching for Derek's whereabouts for a number of years, and am saddened that when I've finally found him, it is too late to say, "Hi. How's it goin'?"
In 1986, a new job took me to Cincinnati , where we became friends and shared many laughs. He was smart and patient and fun - and helped me with many "life moments." including, letting me cry on his shoulder when a boyfriend dumped me . . . patiently helping me practice tennis (although I was a hopeless case on the court) . . . running over to my apartment early one summer morning - dressed in full winter garb and gloves, with his tennis racket in-hand - to help capture a bat that had made it's way inside . . . and digging frozen ground one winter day to help me bury my cat (which had been nothing except mean to him) . Of course, he grumbled about the cat while digging its grave.
I've moved thru a half-dozen states since then. We kept in touch for at least a decade after I moved away from Cinti - and, even long distance, we shared good times. Then he fell off my radar. Time passed. Intermittently I tried to find him. I knew he had relatives in Florida, but wasn't sure exactly where. I've missed Derek. Sorry to hear he was ill for so long.
Derek is one of the treasured friendships of my life.
Nance Brisbois
Del Mar, CA