I Love You. I Miss You. Goodnight.

I don’t know where I’d be without you–probably lost in the tangles of life. You taught me to swim, you taught me to laugh, you taught me to drink my coffee black but more than that you taught me to be kind. I’ll remember you in the summers at Cedar Point. We’ll take Gloria just like how you took us, and I’ll smile, time and again, when I think of how you tricked Em into riding Magnum, when she thought it was a slower one. I’m picturing you, Charlie and Kobe circling the block again for the thousandth time. I’m picturing you, laughing with Gloria. I love you. I miss you. Goodnight. I don’t know where we’d be without you–probably smoking cigs ‘cause you’d never have caught us. But I guess, sometimes, we’d slip by, like when you came down late at night and we gave you OJ, and passed away the vodka. I’ll remember you, in June, at Penguin Palace–riding our bikes there, summer of ‘99. I’m gonna go, order up a hot fudge sundae, extra nuts, then wait to eat it ‘til the middle of the night. I’m picturing you, Charlie and Kobe circling the block again for the thousandth time. I’m picturing you, laughing with Gloria. I love you. I miss you. Goodnight. I love you. I miss you. Goodnight.