When the news come, you just stop. The gross margin % numbers I was configuring just blurred. I just sat. The Man got a call and just like that, things are different. I came home to wrap my arms around him and just hold on tight.
You were the man who taught my man how to do everything wrong. The one who introduced him to trouble, yet who built him up and made him who he is today. You taught him to fish, you taught him to swear properly and then not to tell his dad.
You were a helluva man. You were one of 11 kids raised during the Great Depression, you were the last to pass on. You were handsome and full of self and even the last time I saw you, you had a swagger to your step. You were big, in size, spirit and heart. The Man is built just like you.
You joined the Navy during the draft because you got tired of little old ladies on the street asking why a big strapping boy like you weren't fighting.....so you fought. You were a hell raiser of the first degree. You left behind a family broken because of your passing, but honored because you were one of us.
You were a legend. Once upon a dating time, The Man and I went swing dancing amongst some older crowds. There we met a sweet old lady named Peaches who upon hearing The Man's last name, immediately recognized you in him. Then sent you a big ole wink and message, you were once a wild as the wind.
You were the first in line to welcome me to the family, the first in line for that kiss after my vows. You never missed an opportunity for a big ole hug.
You were loved.
Till we see you again, lovely.......
Us
Thursday, October 9, 2008
In Loving Honor
