I remember those times when you were the one who pick me up after school when papa can't make it. You pretend you were papa, your identical twin. That never worked though, I would know right away that yo were tito Ben and not Papa Mon. Then a few years later, you would again be the one to pick me up at that train station in New Jersey after I spent a few days in New York. So when my time comes, I think i know who would be the one to pick me up, lol. God speed tito Ben...We would forever miss you.