I hope you all sang "The Wild Dogs of Kentucky."
(also? I'm sure he was there.)
It's been 14 years, and I know he is always there, and yet I will always miss him until the day I can be with him again. And I believe with all my heart that I will someday. And you will too. Peace.
You snuck in a blog post, you sneaky blog sneaker you. Cool.You know what's the gol-damnedest thing? I'll explain this feeling wrong... but I keep accidentally remembering that he actually *was* there. Everything too familiar: the long drive in the cold, plenty of gin. Arguing + listening to jokes till all hours.
Here's where you put your two cents.