Friend and mentor.
Two years ago today, Buck walked into the clearing at the end of the path.
I see his comments in my old posts and I have to stop and sigh. Yeah, I get a little teary-eyed, but then I have to chuckle, loved his wit, loved his insight. I guess I'll always have that.
And every time I put a comma in the wrong place, I move it.
Dear God but I miss him.
The pain lessens, it doesn't go away.
No doubt he'd tell me to suck it up and drive on. The end ain't the end as we perceive it.
I miss you Buck.
To the memory of my friend MSgt Norman "Buck" Pennington.
See you on the other side brother...