Nine years have elapsed since the untimely departure of my dear friend Emory Tate. Though he has crossed into the threshold of the great beyond, the indelible mark he left upon my life remains a testament to his character. The laughter we shared, the wisdom he imparted, and the unwavering support we offered each other in times of trial are forever etched in the annals of my memory. Each passing year serves as a solemn reminder of the camaraderie we forged, a bond that transcends the confines of mortality. I find comfort in the fact that his chess continues to illuminate the paths of those who study his games, ensuring that the legacy of the great warrior continues. In the grand tapestry of chess history, he remains a vibrant thread, woven into the very fabric of our shared heritage.
