And again, 2nd July is here. It would always be here, and we would always remember it. It would always come and we would always have a sober reflection; we would remember that life is short; that life is borrowed; that everyday we live is a miracle; that we should be thankful; thankful to God. Franklin Agbarakwe, a brother and friend, would never be forgotten. He died a painful death, and we would always feel that pain each time 2nd July comes. He would be missed. But we his friends would live long for him, to always remember him. Continue to rest brother.