Tic Toc Tic Toc
The news is delivered from out of the blue, sad and shocking. Someone you love and care deeply about is in peril — or even worse, is no longer with us. Everyone has experienced these moments, no one is immune. And as long as there are people in our lives that we cherish within our hearts, the occurrences of being set back on our heels will always exist. In retrospect, it’d be a very sad day if it ever stopped.
Family bloodlines of course are usually the strongest attachments we have when these scenarios happen, but obviously that doesn’t always have to be the case. A neighbor, a co-worker, an old friend or even a new one could have easily – and quite naturally, established a mutual connection of appreciation and fondness. It’s a beautiful gift the Lord has given, the ability to feel such things.
__________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________________________ God bless him, Larry was more on the lower end of that scale.
He was big, strong, always smiling and always happy. His older brother would drop him off at our house and we’d take him swimming, the extra-large ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ afternoon, hoopin’ and hollerin’.
He discovered one day that he could bang his head into the sides of the 55 ___________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ passed away when I was 12 or 13 and it hit me hard. He never had a chance to experience the pleasures I did and I knew it wasn’t fair, but he gave love and received love and that’s pretty damn good.
___________________________________________________________________________ in the blood and a decrease in circulation. Sickly and thin, his mother rarely let him out of the house. His family would come into the restaurant and we became friends.
I owned a beat up WWII troop carrier during high school, Army olive green with white stars on the side. Johnny thought it was the coolest thing he’d ever ______________________________________________________________________________ It didn’t have a roof or a windshield or safety belts, just a wide open cab. I’d tell Johnny to hold on and away we’d go, looking for mud to crash through. He’d look at me and laugh, his eyes beaming with joy, the few stringy strands ______________________________________________________________________________ Johnny passed away my senior year and it hit me hard. Poor little guy never ______________________________________________________________________________ gave love and he received love and that’s pretty damn good.
__________________________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ pit of despair. During these downward stretches there was sadness on her face that was undeniable.
I could make her laugh with a story or a joke or some other classroom antic _____________________________________________________________________________ the neck so tight I nearly fainted, and then say thank you.
_____________________________________________________________________________ love as best she could and received love as best she could. And even though
