How is it that at times days can seem so long, but life can be so short. Life was simple in our small town, but our roots grew deep. Pick up hockey at the rink, Sledding down Stee’s hill…..
Buddy your were a big part of my life; Who can forget as teenage boys babysitting my little “sis” inviting girls over to the house while mom and dad were bowling. Who can forget tossing the nerf football as we ran down the hall, jumped off the recliner and dove across the couch!! (Dad still wonders how those springs wore out so soon……CHEAP CHAIR!!) Who can forget your dad’s reaction when we each shot 2 boxes of shotgun shells he bought for us without one single duck to show for it. “Not ONE duck guys??”. Who can forget hunting with your brother Judd when he had a broken neck; That morning when nothing was flying and we winked at each other while turning around at an instant shooting multiple times behind the blind. Poor Judd couldn’t get turned around fast enough……..”FUNNY ONE GUYS”. Who can forget you trying to smoke your first………”Cattail” on a duck hunting trip. Who can forget catching that “Mudpuppy” in Red wing in the low light of our portable house when I nearly ran through the wall when it started crawling around. Who can forget good ole “Uncle George” Bless his soul. Who can forget when I nearly took off a digit helping taking docks out. Where is Amor anyway?? Who can forget good Ole Bogey one!!(Rest his soul). Who can forget that big buck that nearly ran you over, and your story how you thought it was me coming. Who can forget using those homemade Box tip-ups your bro made. Who can forget that fishhouse blowing OUT of the back of the truck with your Bro…….THAT HOUSE WAS BUILT TO LAST!! Who can forget your mom and dad’s “Garbage Can parties”. Who can forget our prom “Double Date” in my dad’s conversion van……………
Buddy Who can forget…..I surely won’t and the memories we shared are simply overbearing right now.
Rest in peace buddy!! We’ll never forget you.
