I have a lot of good memories of you Uncle Darrell, and since you passed, though they are mostly old, they have all come flooding back.
I know now, that an average meatloaf takes about a pound of hamburger, but I remember the time I wanted to make you and I meatloaf for dinner. Not experienced at cooking at all, I went to the store and bought supplies. I had seen Mom make it, couldn't be too hard. One pound of hamburger looked so small. After all I myself was a big meat eater so certainly I would need more than that. Two pounds almost looked like enough. Putting it all together went well, but when I put that three pound meatloaf in the oven, it just didn't look quite right. An hour and half later, you said "That damn meat loaf's not done yet?!" It eventually finished cooking and wasn't bad, but we were never gonna eat all those leftovers!
I remember watching Super Bowl XVII with you and Jim.
Opening day on the Delta.
Sink shopping.
Annette and I came over for your 45th birthday. She made lasagna and I brought a cake I baked for you. What a sight. My first cake. At least it tasted good. Though at the time you wouldn't tell me your age so I put a ? on it.
I remember a young man you knew asked me for my number. Right in front of you, not smart. When you refused to let me give him my number, he yelled his number to me. When we seen him again a couple of weeks later, he asked if the reason I never called was beacause you threatened to brake my arms like you threatened to brake his?
Taking care of you after the accident. You had me heading everyone off cuz you didn't want anyone to know you were hurt, go figure. I remember Bob Gan banging on the door, you standing in the hall whispering "just tell him I'm not here" Boy was he mad! "I want to know where Darrell is now and don't give me any !@#$% . . . I know he's here and I want to know what's going on!" Then you were mad because I let him in. You didn't think I was gonna argue with him did you?
I remember the ride to the Delta that we talked about recently. You kept tapping my leg to make sure I was still on the back of the bike. Oh to weigh that again! I would have loved to see your face if I had fallen off! I am sorry I didn't answer your question. It caught me off guard, but I hope you knew me well enough to know, if I didn't want to be there, I wouldn't have been.
You were there for me at a time when I really needed you and I appreciate that.
Love ya much.