At an early age, I used to write to him when he was fighting in Vietnam. He called me "his little lady, because he said that when he visited" that I was always cleaning something." He would always write back and tell me stories, send pictures, but never anything scary. Later, when Roy was stationed in Augusta, he sought us out, almost immediately, helped us to get acclimated to the south safely, learn the military rules and regulations, and our friendship continued on. Heck, the only time that I ever got involved in watching the Football games was at his house in Georgia, where we partied and played cards. The last time that I physically embraced him was about 4-5 years ago. He almost always made his special effort to visit when he was up north, and he was so much better with making telephone calls than I was. The last time we spoke was about a year ago. May he RIP. I send so many prayers and also much love to Sue, Chris, Mark, Brandi, and Jessica, and to the rest of the family and friends that he adored and yes there were many. Cathy Cross -St Pierre and family