Wagon
Today Wagon would be 31. My Wagon would be turning 31 on this gloriously beautiful day. We could be chilling around his pool, trading insults and jokes, laughing hysterically. My little boy should be asking for him to throw him just one more time in the pool. I should be giving him a million and one hugs and telling him Happy Birthday.
But I'm not. I'm sitting here in front of a computer, reading the messages of love on his Facebook page, chatting online with his widow, crying. I am thinking about my larger than life friend who was taken from this Earth way too early. I am missing his smile, his laugh, the wonderful way he looked at me and loudly called, "Eddie!" when I walked in the room.
I look at my daughter, his namesake, and it is bittersweet. She is so adorable, and she's developing a personality now. He would love that. She's learning how to laugh, and I am sure her 'uncle' would have her rolling in laughter if he were here. And he should be. It's not fair. This is not fair. This should not be happening. He's been gone for more than a year, and I still haven't been able to accept that.
I've now cried for the 3rd time today. Ugh. I love you, Wagon. I miss you so very much, and there are times I don't know how I go on without you. I hope you know how much you were loved.
But I'm not. I'm sitting here in front of a computer, reading the messages of love on his Facebook page, chatting online with his widow, crying. I am thinking about my larger than life friend who was taken from this Earth way too early. I am missing his smile, his laugh, the wonderful way he looked at me and loudly called, "Eddie!" when I walked in the room.
I look at my daughter, his namesake, and it is bittersweet. She is so adorable, and she's developing a personality now. He would love that. She's learning how to laugh, and I am sure her 'uncle' would have her rolling in laughter if he were here. And he should be. It's not fair. This is not fair. This should not be happening. He's been gone for more than a year, and I still haven't been able to accept that.
I've now cried for the 3rd time today. Ugh. I love you, Wagon. I miss you so very much, and there are times I don't know how I go on without you. I hope you know how much you were loved.
