In Loving Memory

In the last year, I think we've all grown up. Adults is what they call us now, Instead of that crazy bunch.
Thinking back on our adventures, always with a grin, from poker games and tubing to tossing eggs off a bridge.
Mail box baseball from the back of a truck, to sneaking down to someone's basement trying not to get caught.
Knowing life is so precious, something we learned from losing you.
We hug our families a little bit tighter And are always missing you.

"Your Poker Pals"

Published in The Herald (Everett) on Feb. 12, 2011
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