As the time has passed, You are still thought of often. I miss you a lot. Grandpa used to sing this as the conversations we had were wrapping up. I still hum this Doris Day song. *Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be You are missed. But your memory and impact on all of us still remains. -Justin Gibeault