Cochise, I miss you like all get out. suddenly, you were gone. It seems to be not fair. it feels massively not fair. no, not at all. but we have got to go on.... So, you were a rock, for your family, your brothers, your friends, and more. the smartest of the 7 Diggs brothers, most creative, most musical, amazing psychological insights, much much more...much more.Yeah, painful to write these words to you, while photos of you click on by; memories on top of memories...yep, totally unfair! but what is done is done.So, I miss the times we had together and with the brothers, the jokes and stories, oH the stories! the stories we could tell; the ones we would tell. the folks in our lives..Grandtrash, TOOTSIE, PeeWee, uncle earnest,Gregg's slick santa stories, Mikes' everything-saving the day of that xmas when we got gloves and a transistor radio.shoot, we were sad- having laughed at Pepino, the farm hand on "the Real McCoys". pop must have heard us, cause we got the same presents Pepino received[gloves, radio] we got,. Mike came thru with that table Hockey game.awesome. rescued all of us from that sodden feeling[xmas wasn't xmas until then: thanks Mike ..well there is probably not enough GB to hold the memories we all want to share...memories of you and of us. all of us, all of you....Cochise and Grizz; Linda, Mai Telian, Trinity; Harmony and other chidren you and Linda adopted; Roy, Linda's dad still walking the earth. others i didnt know about...cause i was gone a lot: overseas, or just up the "block" in Cambridge....well.Cant stop the memories, can't change them. cant take them back.don't want to give them away...that is all I've got .and i have got to stop;dont want to bore folks more than i have..So, so baby brother, you pronounced "sugar" as "liqa" which was pretty funny considering your age at the time..Basketball at Kennedy park, "brown butt", "gizzard" 'ignots' as if we didnt have names unusual enough. 6 of us left. Damn. inevitable, of course, of course,, yet , somehow, it always seemed to me that we would go on and on, talking trash, and basketball, boxing,
jokes, lots of jokes to ease the recurrent pain of growing up..An avalanche of memories cascading down on me/us.
shoot. you are somewhere up there i suspect; what might you be thinking? feeling? seeing? What does the big guy look like?or is it a big gal? do the trains run all night? july 4th barbeques? White castle burgers? Donut powder round my mouth? Momma checkin us out; yep i was the only one with the telltale evidence..Cochise, there is so much more, so damn much more; I miss you Cochise. I love you, Cochise; never ever told you that....too late? ya think? if you are reading this, not too late just in time..here i am, I love you Cochise! always have, always will.always.shoot....
your brother [as if you forgot]
Byron #3-Gizzard; B Butt.with his 'old man walkin shoes" [thanks gregg]
you can still come back, Cheese, visit 'n tell us how good we look? leave
a lil sign, ok