I knew Reggie for a while. It didn't take long for me to love him, and call him family. He was a smart, caring, kind, generous, fun, funny, smart ass, with dimples surrounding a mischievous grin, and a twinkle in his gorgeous blue eyes. Reggie was an observer. He liked to watch people. He also liked to watch old TV shows, like Bonanza. When he lived with me, he kept a stash of Oreo cookies at all times, in the night stand beside the bed, and the cookie jar was always filled with Little Debbie cakes. On nights that he cooked, he always made tacos, or Hamburger Helper. He loved to go out and party a little, and he loved quiet time. He also liked to read. He used to sit out on the back porch in the rocking chair with a book, a glass of Pepsi, and a pack of Marlboro Lights. He borrowed my entire series of VC Andrews "Flowers In The Attic" books, and never gave it back to me. Guess I'll never get them back now. What a stinker! But you just couldn't help but love the man. Reggie knew all...ALL...of my secrets. I knew some of his. I wish I'd known his last thoughts. I love you Reggie. My heart hurts. You will be missed by me, more than you will ever know. If you're around somewhere...I give you permission to stick your head in the doorway and yell "What're you doin'?" and scare the crap out of me, then laugh, like you used to do.