The last time I saw you, you were a young Father - hopeful but exhausted. Nervous but proud. Attentive and eager and yet overwhelmed. I remember watching you as you rode away on your bike, thinking I'd see you again soon, hoping you were going to finally have an easier time of it.
but your life was anything but easy
so much of how you lived and how you were born was determined by the saturation of alcohol in the lives of the people around you.
And now you are dead, stepping out of the dying light with a cooler filled with lunch fixings and beer, into the path of a train, taking your final breath so quickly and then gone
|This is the smile I loved|
|You, in Vertical stripes|
|You were the star on the top of this family tree|
|Your children have your beauty|
|you, far right, and me in the rear, middle at Wendy and John's Wedding|
|Your High school Graduation with you Mom and grandparents|
God Speed Spook - Rest in peace