As tough as I am, I still cry.It's a manly cry though.
I just don't know how to do this anymore...
It was supposed to be our regular tradition, a fun day at the lake like always.
The thing is, when I look back we all had our opportunities not to go, or to do something different, but it happened the way it did. I even requested the day off from work to go.
I lost a dear friend on Tuesday night.
His funeral was today. It was one of the hardest things for me to do in all my life.
I may have only known him for about a year, but it seemed like a lifetime, and we all called him a brother.
I know everyone says it will get easier with time, and I'm sure it will. Life continues for us, and he would have wanted it that way.
Today was especially hard, mostly because it just hit me all at once he was gone, and then every little thing reminded me of him; American Eagle clothes, songs on the radio, and every single white suburban in San Angelo.
I have great friends and great memories that hopefully will help me through, I know I'll be there for them.
Now that I sit back, I'm glad I got to spend every minute I did with the guy, even though it was a short time. I wouldn't trade what we had for anything in the world.
I'm glad everyone else is ok though, and no one was injured any worse than they were. It could have been much worse.
My hip feels better. It hurt pretty bad being dislocated, and attempted to be put back in three times before it was fixed. I think everyone is still pretty bruised and sore too.
I'll be on crutches for a while, and out of work, flag football, and driving my truck. I guess, I have to be a bum and get rides everywhere, if I even feel like going anywhere...
I want to thank everyone for their prayers, love, and support. There are just too many of you wonderful people to list.
Well, my medicine is kicking in and I have had a long day...
Mike, I'll miss you and all your tom foolery,
Scottie
It was supposed to be our regular tradition, a fun day at the lake like always.
The thing is, when I look back we all had our opportunities not to go, or to do something different, but it happened the way it did. I even requested the day off from work to go.
I lost a dear friend on Tuesday night.
His funeral was today. It was one of the hardest things for me to do in all my life.
I may have only known him for about a year, but it seemed like a lifetime, and we all called him a brother.
I know everyone says it will get easier with time, and I'm sure it will. Life continues for us, and he would have wanted it that way.
Today was especially hard, mostly because it just hit me all at once he was gone, and then every little thing reminded me of him; American Eagle clothes, songs on the radio, and every single white suburban in San Angelo.
I have great friends and great memories that hopefully will help me through, I know I'll be there for them.
Now that I sit back, I'm glad I got to spend every minute I did with the guy, even though it was a short time. I wouldn't trade what we had for anything in the world.
I'm glad everyone else is ok though, and no one was injured any worse than they were. It could have been much worse.
My hip feels better. It hurt pretty bad being dislocated, and attempted to be put back in three times before it was fixed. I think everyone is still pretty bruised and sore too.
I'll be on crutches for a while, and out of work, flag football, and driving my truck. I guess, I have to be a bum and get rides everywhere, if I even feel like going anywhere...
I want to thank everyone for their prayers, love, and support. There are just too many of you wonderful people to list.
Well, my medicine is kicking in and I have had a long day...
Mike, I'll miss you and all your tom foolery,
Scottie