Dear Dennis,
we are here at our last meeting ... ...
you have for us and for me, very valuable.
Your presence, sometimes silent, reference was inspiring and uplifting.
You gave us a lot to us as a group, I personally as a man. I've been close with your small but concrete suggestions ... have supported me with your words when I was a bit 'lost ... with your "SO" Embed in your italian-venetian-Anglophone, you have given us a younger age and experience a little 'more of balance ... with your desire of listening ... never raised his voice, you were sober when you were in your speeches and a few jokes, Scottish-style, you ended up with your laugh ... almost imperceptible.
You want to know, decide what you wanted to do when you thought it appropriate, he taught me a lot and I will my life in the near future.
you and I will always have you in our hearts ...
in one of our last meetings, you told me you wanted to play the bagpipes, the you'd probably procured, perhaps in Scotland will ... I looked and saw your pride ... I told you ... you hear the call of your country? At that moment I was reminded of a picture Braveheart (viewed dozens of times), where in honor of his father Wallace, a Scotsman playing a bagpipe music forbidden forbidden at that time ... I wish I was a Scot like you and you I envied, because what I do not mind I have ... I hope that spirit of having taken part to take with me in my heart and maybe if you can send it to my son Liam ... in your memory, hello Dennis Proctor ... and ... Thank you very much ... thank you.
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