When I think of Michel, I think of a quiet man with a generous heart and smile. I see him wave as he pops up from behind the tall bounty of his prized garden. A short walk to mine,then a few words spoken to share what was growing well and what was not thriving that season. He would offer a few plants or some succulent produce to share. What a good garden buddy, friend and neighbor! As I look across the road and I know he is no longer there, his garden stands quiet and my heart weeps. I am deeply sorry for your loss, Chris & Steve.