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You were an asshole.
You said what you thought no matter what the consequences. You offended my friends left and right. You pissed off your friends left and right. You pissed your wife off to no end.
Growing up you loved swimming, dirt biking, and dogs. You shared your passions with everyone.
I hadn't seen you in years, and except for your photographs, I never will.
I never understood you. You'd come over to hang out and see what we could do. My family wasn't rich, but you didn't care. You just wanted company to go biking, fishing and swimming. These were the things you loved.
I never wanted to be like you. I didn't respect you in the ways that I admire my other friends. You weren't the smartest, or the most creative person I have known.
One day my family moved away to the other side of the city. Then your family moved away, outside of the city. Then you practically left the state. You came back.
When the first baby came, you did something that some men choose not to. You married your girlfriend and started a family. You moved, leaving your very life behind to start a new one for your family. A better life.
You grew up from a punk ass teenager to a red neck thug, growing facial hair, and looking like a danger to society. At first glance one would think you only cared about survival and nothing else, but you loved, fishing, swimming, and biking; these passions you endlessly shared with your friends. Most of all, you loved your family.
You loved your wife and children, as they love and respect you.
You were a great husband, and a great father. I respect you for that. Goodbye my friend. May you rest in peace.
You said what you thought no matter what the consequences. You offended my friends left and right. You pissed off your friends left and right. You pissed your wife off to no end.
Growing up you loved swimming, dirt biking, and dogs. You shared your passions with everyone.
I hadn't seen you in years, and except for your photographs, I never will.
I never understood you. You'd come over to hang out and see what we could do. My family wasn't rich, but you didn't care. You just wanted company to go biking, fishing and swimming. These were the things you loved.
I never wanted to be like you. I didn't respect you in the ways that I admire my other friends. You weren't the smartest, or the most creative person I have known.
One day my family moved away to the other side of the city. Then your family moved away, outside of the city. Then you practically left the state. You came back.
When the first baby came, you did something that some men choose not to. You married your girlfriend and started a family. You moved, leaving your very life behind to start a new one for your family. A better life.
You grew up from a punk ass teenager to a red neck thug, growing facial hair, and looking like a danger to society. At first glance one would think you only cared about survival and nothing else, but you loved, fishing, swimming, and biking; these passions you endlessly shared with your friends. Most of all, you loved your family.
You loved your wife and children, as they love and respect you.
You were a great husband, and a great father. I respect you for that. Goodbye my friend. May you rest in peace.