Man, 10 years.
That’s calendar time, though a year or two is missing from my recollection.
Missing, but filled by a dull ache.
A couple of things:
You were not as bad a dumbass as I thought;
I’ m not as evil a stepfather as you may have thought.
—
I wish we could talk over a beer,
and head to the pool hall to play pinball.
—
In Memory of Ryan, 5/29/1968 - 11/8/1997.
: Your header graphic is pretty.
: What the hell is this?
: test the wall
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[...] notes the tenth year since the passing of his son. Two years ago, I wrote the story of Ken, his son Ryan and myself. One day out of the blue, Ryan [...]