Thomas Joseph,
I've struggled with what to say... How to say it... and when.
There are so many memories. So many laughs. So many private jokes that I could never explain to another person, because it just wouldn't be as funny...
I picked up my phone to text you , yesterday. I can't even remember the reason why. I was so used to to having you right there. A phone call away. Whether it was to talk about the kids, or new music, or just to talk mess - you were there. For nearly 10 years, you were my sidekick. The thorn in my side. The pep in my step. The reason I smiled, and OMG the reason I frowned (I have the wrinkles to prove it). You beat soooo many odds... proved so many wrong... graciously, respectfully and humbly.
You stepped into an instant family and immediately became the father figure to a 6 and 8 year old. You never tried to take their dad's place, but encouraged them to have a relationship with their dad. You always kept God first and taught the kids to do the same. They still, to this day, say your prayer at every meal. It was sometimes rocky - this parenting thang ain't ever been easy. But we did it. And when we disagreed, we prayed about it.
I'm thankful that I get to see a little bit more of you every day in McKenzie. As much as I'd like to think that she got her intelligence, hustle and drive from me, I know it was all from you. (I'll be responsible for her good looks, deal?)
Even though we both moved on, we remained the best of friends. We spoke often. Texted frequently. And you allowed me to whip your butt in Words With Friends for months on end. It's crazy... it's your turn, and I'm still waiting on you to play. Sigh.... this will never be easy.
I'll miss you, Big Guy.
Love always,
"Meek"