Our little systems have their day;
   They have their day and cease to be:
   They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
   For knowledge is of things we see;
   And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

I remember playing TMNT, watching Robotech, debating comics, and piggyback jousting. I remember his humor, his patience with me, and the half-moons when his patience wore out.

I haven't seen him in years, and I will still miss him.