Dear Micky,
Do you remember the good old days when we camped at Saigon beach with your sisters? We prepared congee with caught fish, but forget to bring the staple rice. You approached a farmhouse, asked for it, and successfully got a handful. This kind of interesting experience is the epitome of the early fun life we shared with you and your sisters. These memorable images flashback to me regularly, albeit they happened over 60 years ago.
Irrevocably, you successfully became my honorary matchmaker! What an achievement!
I miss you! See you later wherever, and to reminisce.
Harry