yours, colin, and when i replied i signed my note of thanks, forcefully yours, madeleine. we really did become the closest of friends, traveling together to speeches and having coffee at his beloved cafe ogy. we talked about the gratitude in our country, our pride in our families and our distaste of aging. he offered me plenty of advice. the last time i saw him he instructed me to count each step in order to avoid tripping or falling down the stairs. i now do that several times a day and each time i think of colin. this morning my heartaches because we have lost a friend and our nation, one of it finest and most loyal soldiers, yet even as we contemplate the magnitude of our loss we can