It's difficult to grasp when someone you know has passed. You can distinctly recall them talking, laughing, smiling, and now they are simply no longer here. No longer will he enjoy the laughter of his precocious daughter or relish the taste of a cold glass of champagne with a warm baguette. He will no longer feel the embrace of his adoring wife or pat the back of his strong sons. And he will never again feel the wind on his face and the smell of the salt that comes with a perfect sail. Roland, we will miss you. We cherish the time we spent with you. You have become part of the lexicon that Steve and I share and we smile each time we speak your endearing phrases. Steve and I no longer take a walk but rather we "step now". We remember so fondly when you would come looking for "Schteve" while sharing a dock in Les Sables D'Olonne. When you would need time to think of how to say something in English you'd beg, "moment". We too now ask each other occasionally for a "moment" using your charming accent. And we giggle at the memory of you loudly announcing to me at dinner, knowing we had hot water issues, that I may "douche" on Josefine anytime. Of course there is no forgetting your incredulity when you realized that we used our refrigerator space for an ice maker. Steve asked you, "you don't drink cocktails with ice?" And you stood up straight and firmly replied that "No. I am German. We drink beer!" Oh, these are but a few of the lovely memories that we will cherish always. Thank you dear Roland for having been part of our lives, however briefly. You made an indelible imprint on our hearts. May you rest in peace friend.