Thursday, January 16, 2014

Everyday when I leave work and walk to the parking lot to get my car I pass the spots where we left our mark :)

There was work being done on the sidewalk where they had dug several holes along the way. They had poured fresh concrete back into them to close them up. As you and I were walking we passed a fresh patch of cement so I dragged my foot along it. You looked at me with that "what the fuck are you doing look" and said what was that?
I responded that I left my mark....you said nothing and started walking again. When we came to the next patch of cement you dragged your foot along it and looked at me with that big smile. As if you were a little boy again and were saying look at me daddy...I'm just like you :-)
We were both young that day....like every other day that we were together.

So I smile each day that I pass our marks of mischief....miss you my friend...

Love Pops

2 comments:

  1. Its one of those things you dont think of as important, until....

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  2. yOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE THESE WONDERFUL LITTLE MEMORIES OF THAT QUIRKY KID...AND THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOU HELPED MAKE HIM WHAT HE WAS....AND HE WAS AWESOME....HE HAD HIS FAULTS, AND WAS NO SAINT...BUT HE WAS A.W.E.S.O.M.E.!!!!!!!

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