I have known and loved Redman truly madly deeply for 25 years. The first time we met he was rocking a big gold bracelet that I made fun of. We became fast friends and he called me his little sister. We spent countless hours talking, laughing, watching movies. When he was out late in the city, he would come to my tiny studio on 14th and 7th and yell "SOPHIE!" from the street at all hours of the night. He would stay over to avoid the drive back to LI. He would come straight in and climb up into my tiny second loft bed that he barely fit into. We would talk to each other from across the room until we fell asleep. He was my occasional roommate. He considered my place his second home and I gave him a set of keys. Home is where the heart is and Redman is my heart.