Dwayne and I have been friends for forty plus years.  We became friends crewing on sailboats in Portland, in the late seventies and remained close until the last few years when his health deteriorated.  I tried to keep in contact but he seemed to withdraw.  I haven't seen him in a couple of years, and it's been about a year since we last talked, for which I now feel badly.   Dwayne was a friend I could always depend on to give 100%, he could always be in my foxhole.  I have missed his friendship these last few years and now that he's gone I wish I would have done more to make his last few years a little more enjoyable.