Saturday, June 23, 2018
Lukie-Dukie,
You and I’ve sure been through a lot together. And like me (one as hard headed as the other), I know that you were never truly satisfied with this world.
Good memories I have of playing in the back yard on Gottingen using grease buckets for goal posts. Where I would kick the soccer ball at you, like coming out of a canon, off my steel toed boot. Other times you cracking up laughing while chasing the foot ball, with all its goofy bounces.
Then there was the cottage, with you and Zack. You guys canoeing and camping on the island, picking up leeches, throwing each other off the raft. And much as I tried to correct your grammar, you would continue to enjoy throwing those “I don’t got no’s” back at me just for amusement. When you were very young, you would say that you went to the “liberary.” We would go get a movie at “Video R Different” on Quinpool. And in case you needed help, there was the “minstruction book”.
Your love of creatures was a constant, with all the different cats, dogs and the turtle we had. That weird prehistoric, creepy crawly that sat in a jar by the kitchen table, that would hatch and mutate and be perfectly hideous.
The last time I saw you was in the summer at Mishoo’s when we hugged. Your hug told me that you were afraid, and that you loved me. I had hopes that you would find your way off the dark path. But it was not to be.
Where ever you are, I pray that you find the peace that eluded you here.
Love you Lukie.
Johnny-Bonny-Leprechauny
