I received word last night that my dear friend Perry died in Australia two days ago.He was, according to his son, living life fully until the end.He once told me that his philosophy was “every day is a gift ,and if we listen to the call of life we are born each day with the ability to do anything.”He was one of the most outgoing ,caring persons who had an antenna that picked up the needs of others. Age for him was a meaningless number ,and never stood in the way as an excuse.My only regret is that he never decided to write a book about his life and adventures.He,touched my life,with his wisdom,sense of humor and die hard belief in the goodness of others. I will find ways to take up the slack of his departure by being more fully invested in each day.