Woke up this morning to the realization, after not being able to get in touch all day or night by phone or email with a dearly loved friend, and then reading on his Facebook page, “We will miss you dad, watch over all of us,” — that my friend is gone.
I had been thinking about angels all afternoon on my drive home and then today someone mentioned the angel Gabriel knocking on your door when your time is up. It was eery.
You never let me fall Jimmybabe. “you gatta get tough, kid, that’s just the way it is…you move on…and be happy…”
—words to remember you by. You always said it like it was. Old school and honest. I miss you.