Dear Family I have only one anxiety: how is it possible to ease your pain? What can I do to soften the blow which no longer hurts me, but only you? I will gather all my strength to entreat you: My life was not completed, but it was fulfilled. It was fulfilled by your love, and it was so rich that I can only thank you again and again. Even if the other life in which I wanted to do my work as a man was hardly begun, this first life was utterly fulfilled and consummated, the one which you gave me and which you guarded, my Father, my Mother my Brother and my Sister. Farewell, I love you vey much. Extracts from a book by Helmut Pabst. I think the above say's it all a lot better than I could have. Your Big Bother Stuart Luck