I remember the first time I met Urban in 1982. Of course, it was on a ball field located just outside what is now the Downriver Helping Hands. A quiet, fierce competitor who played the game the way it should be played. Playing basketball together proved he was one of the best all-around athletes I have known. Off the field, he was the same, hardworking and quiet, but he could always bring a smile with his sense of humor. A true family man, he later had his sons playing with us. I owe a lot to him, not just because he built my first house, but because he showed me what a good man should be like. I have met a lot of people since I have moved here and everyone get busy and has different priorities in own lives, but for Urban I will always remember this. Friendship isn't about who came first or who you've known the longest. It's about who came and never left. Finally, to Jackie. Not everyone knows what this disease can do to a family, but you handled better than I could ever imagine. I'm so sorry for you and your kid's loss. To put it simply, we all lost a Good Man.