Many summers ago we watched you grow from a boy to a man. In that time, we got to know the young man who has become a hero, our hero. We never knew who you would become. Humble, kind, smart, funny, loving, caring, understanding, worldly, and strong. All the traits that we wish we had, but you managed to put into your person; what a good man you became, what good man you taught us to be. We never knew what that really meant until we met you many years ago and yet you were that kid, and you were always the old soul, with all that knowledge just waiting to share it with us.
We remember the fishing trips, one million we are sure, with nothing to show for them but memories a blur. There will always be a single fishing pole next to our chair, for you. We'll meet you at the lake.
Love Gena and Ted