Janet had it right, and I cannot add anything more; I can only comment. Liker her, more than anything else I miss the laughter and the joy he found in the simplest of things. Popsicle sticks and glue became a sculpture; discarded pistachio shells made the perfect stone walls in a playhouse; plastic packaging created a great swimming pool; a length of clothesline was as good as a leather belt; and life was wonderful simply because one was alive. The glass was always half full-there was never even a thought of its being half empty. Yes, because of the times in which her grew up, there were some issues; but he did what he knew how to do, and when he knew better, he did better. He is missed-greatly missed-but each one of us can easily think of a story he told and smile.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Bronko Matelen. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.