Clay Kimoto knew my heart, my thoughts, and chose me as his friend anyway. Even when he passed on to the next life, I still feel him encouraging me to be my best self. The Clay I knew was mischievous, rascal and he would greet friends with his corny jokes ... his smiles were contagious. A Kodak moment of Clay was when he and I were asked to speak at a pastor’s retirement ceremony. As we were waiting our turn to speak, Clay said to me, “Geri, toss your notes and speak from the heart.†I said to him, “it ain’t going to happen, I need my notes.†As I was making my way to the podium, Clay snatched my notes and refused to give it back to me. I stood at the podium without my notes and all I saw were eyes staring at me. God to the rescue! Not knowing what to do, I started my message with a prayer and true to Clay’s words, I did not need my notes. My beautiful memories of the retiring pastor flowed from the heart. When I returned to my seat, I was greeted by Clay’s beautiful smile that said to me, “Well done!†Thank you, Clay, for being a dear friend. Your support and faith in me helped me to achieve many things. It was a privilege to partner with you as servants of God. You will be forever missed!