When you were 16 years old we drove across country to increase your road miles and take your truck home. You and I were driving to Colorado from Atlanta with Wayde as the passenger. You took the first leg passing through Chattanooga Tennessee, and you were so nervous with all the huge trucks passing. Your hands were sweating, and you loudly voiced your emotions saying I need to stay focused on the road.
We swapped driving the whole trip. We stopped and ate trash food. It was the three of us on a road trip. Your driving got better as the trip took three days. But, you got tired of driving.
The longer the road the more you needed a break. Wayde and you led the music across the country. Monsters, coke, coffee and burgers fed the trip. We talked and talked about nothing. Wayde was a great passenger. We were both proud of you.
Crazy fun trip for me. I watched you grow and shared a rare moment with my older boys. Love you man.
The days pass and I still see you near me. I hear you call me dad. I can see the gate of your walk and the attitude on your face.
ReplyDeleteThank you for letting me get to know you as more than your dad. There was a time you allowed me inside to discuss the good, bad and ugly. Smart intellectual conversations and arguments over many topics. I listened to you for hours on end.
My days on are disrupted with misfires and memories of you as a baby, young man and grown. Losing you carved out a part of my heart that I don't know will ever be healed.
When we were together hanging it was just meant to be. We calmed each other and would think out any problem. Your hyper-intelligence proved a force that could change the world.
Love you my son!