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In Memoriam - Meet My Friends

Meet my Friends,
I think you would like them,
They don't know you,
But they kind of do.
They know me, some really, really well,
Others just in passing.
They would be amazed at all of you
They know through me.

I still take those laughing fits
That last for half an hour or better.
You remember,
The snarf,
Squeal,
Snort,
Hiccup,
Wheeze,
Giggle,
Groan ones.
Oh yes, those.
They don't know that I get that from you.
All the times one of us would start giggling
For no apparent reason and 45 minutes later We were both still laughing hard.
Those.

I still care too much, way too easily.
I definitely get that from you.
Open heart, insert dagger...
I think that's how you used to say it.
I still get hurt a lot.
I still try to pretend that I don't.
I'm still not very good at that.
But, I go right on loving everyone anyway....
Gotta play the odds right?

They have definitely heard
Your one and only favorite joke
On their down days,
Or bad days
Or just too quiet days.
They don't know it's yours.
I don't bother to mention that.
Yep, I take all the credit for that.
I still don't know a single joke of my own.
But yours seems to do the trick.

They seem to enjoy my wit and sarcasm...
I think.
They don't realize that I'm just channeling you.
I hear the words come out of my mouth,
Or see them on a screen,
And have to give my nod where it is due.
You did raise a smart-assed,
Sassy little "thang,"
With a mouth that simply doesn�t know
When to stop.
Yep, I still pass it around.
Yep, I know, eventually I will meet my match.
But, I haven't yet.

They wonder about my quiet times,
Just like the ones you would have.
The brain overworking,
The heart breaking,
The soul a little bit crushed,
But too damned stubborn to let on,
So you just say you need "quiet time."
Time to think.
Time to just be.
Yes, they would recognize that in a heartbeat.

They like my eyes.
I don't know what that's about.
Same eyes as always.
Just green.
But they are your eyes to be sure.
The Irish fire burning bright.
I'm so sorry you ever closed your smiling ones.

Yes, my friends know you a lot better than They will ever realize.
I'm your mini-me,
In too many ways to count.
Your laugh,
Your wit,
Your heart,
Your eyes....

They would love you and,
I think you would like them too.

Give Elvis a pinch on the ass for me.
Raise your glass when I cross your mind, and
I'll do the same.
And yes, always and forever,
I'll keep my promise to you,
The last I ever had the privilege to make...

I will always care first and ask questions later.

Another year, Mom.

I miss you.