You're not here, and everything just feels so hopeless. You sacrificed yourself for truth, and yet lies still rule human consciousness. It's all I can do to keep my composure when I think about it. Think about how they murdered you in cold blood for exposing them. I apologize for being too young to have met or helped you. I pray that I'm some day worthy to pick up the torch, but I feel unworthy of even a candle. I pray that I will have the strength to fight the mysterious beast even a fraction of what you did. You may have been the greatest teacher that I'll ever know, and I can think of no better way to honor your memory than to keep up the fight for truth, love and longevity; until there's no longer breath in my chest. I miss you more and more every day...Please Rest in Peace Milton William Cooper.