Who has more street cred?
Some days have more meaning than others, especially after you’ve lost someone close to you. But it’s important to remember the good times, and let the bad ones go.
Here, let me give you an example:
Our family met in Panama City Beach a month before he passed away. Late one Saturday afternoon, he told me and Lil’ Bro that he wanted to go fishing.
Middle Bro already had the boat out on the ocean. Dad called his cell phone, and told him to meet us at the marina in an hour.
We headed out – Lil’ Bro was driving – I was riding shotgun – and dad was in the back.
The silence was broken when the guy in the back said, “Daddy’s drunk.”
“How did you get drunk? You were with mom by the pool all day. And she’d kick your ass if she knew you were drinking,” I replied.
“I spent most of my day drinking beer with the guys. What? Did you think we were actually grilling something over there?”
“Well, that explains why you didn’t kiss her good-bye.”
“Hey, stop by the store! We need some bait!” he yelled from the back seat.
And by bait, he meant beer.
When we finally made it to the marina, Middle Bro was waiting for us.
“Where have you guys been?” he asked.
“Ask dad,” I replied.
Once we were out on the water, Middle Bro explained how he had taken a shit over the side of the boat.
“No, you didn’t,” I told him.
“Do you see my socks?”
Dad came home from work to find me chasing Lil’ Bro around the house. Oh, and Lil’ Bro was clutching his piggy bank.
You see, back when ESPN first hit the airwaves, they would replay college basketball games the following afternoon.
Lil’ Bro was unaware of the programming lineup – so we would bet on the games – and I’d always give him just a couple of points less than he needed to cover the spread.
When his greenbacks finally ran out, I had to strong-arm his ass to pay up. That’s when dad walked in. He grounded me for a week, and made me give back the money.
That night at dinner, Lil’ Bro just smirked at me across the table, while shoveling tuna casserole into his mouth.
I wonder who he likes tonight.
So many things I wanna say to him. But I just placed a rose on his grave, and I talk to the wind.