My heart goes out to you, Anado. I remember meeting Chico Che, and he was a lovely guy. As my mother says when one of life's "gravities" breaks my heart, "There's nothing for it. At least let your heart be broken open." I hope your memories of Chico Che are sweet and near, and your sadness is more of a fleeting visitor; and that seeing the sometimes incomprehensible workings of nature doesn't diminish your love for your pack. My condolences to you and Richard.