Robin the red breast

Eugene OR

Description

It’s been a long time and I don’t know where to start. He was a man. He was a good man. He was a real good man. He was right, “it’s just a monkey brain” and I am trying to use it. I remember him best when the days are long and the grass is wet. There were so many adventures and so little time it turned out. I saw an ad for the sea hag a few days ago and it took everything I had to not cry but I chose to laugh. He wasn’t ever going to eat at a place like that but he did, for me, and it turned out to be his kind of place: the people were friendly, the music was loud and offbeat and the food was down home scratch made. I wish I could roll into that hobbit home of yours and eat peanut butter with you in the kitchen while we fought off the ants. I think of you every time I see a claw foot tub, baby Jesus and Madonna, when someone plays the bag pipes or when I put on a prosthetic leg. I remember you smiling, and I tell all the good stories—the ones you really liked where you were just a guy that lifted heavy things. I can still close my eyes and see you laughing and dancing a little jig. I am learning to live without your presence but I won’t ever be without your memory. I know exactly what you’re going to say when I see you again and I promise I won’t cry, We’re going to be too busy laughing. And oh do I have stories to tell you!