I think of Mr. Feeley as magnetic, as someone who all walks of life gravitate to. Some of my favorite memories in those pre-teen and teenage years took place at The Feeley Ranch, a place that feels like home to all who enter, a place where Mr. Feeley welcomes you as you enter, cracks a joke about the bold choice one made in dying their hair, asks how the family is doing, and made you feel like he cared. Mr. Feeley is a lover of people, of the richness of life, of his friends, hockey games, The Old Town, his family, his friends, and good people. Mr. Feeley lives on in stories of ridiculous stories that will forever be retold. Wednesday is a night that I will never forget; the beauty and connection as friends and family came together, singing, hugging, with a deep understanding that he was is us, these deep extensions of him. His friends, his family; Mrs. Feeley, Jess, Anne, and Billy continue to carry him with them, in their compassion, in their senses of humor, and in remembering that he is a man with too much life to forget. Over the past few months, I think everyone learned how many people Mr. Feeley has touched. I feel lucky to know Mr. Feeley, his family, and the way that they love and stick together. Ill miss you on that back porch and I'll see you on the other side, Running Bud.