Today marks the passing of my friend Max from the Train club.
He died of cancer in 2006.
While he was old when he died, he was still a great man and friend, and I wish he could still be with us.

Just last Sunday, his wife sent me another collection of his old railway books, and I found myself reading them yesterday night.
It still feels nice to know that he use to talk about me when he is alive to his family.
And now, his wife talks a lot about me since his passing.

This morning I drove one of my toy trains while wearing my railways hat in his memory.
But I wish I knew a better way to mark my feeling towards his death.

I do wish to phone (or better see) his wife, but I'm not sure what to say.
Plus she is still recovering from an operation, so I don't wish to disturb her if she is sleeping.

Tomorrow is club running day, so maybe the other club members might be doing something.


I'm sorry if any of this sounded cheesy, but it's really hard to describe how I feel.