Last week I attended a viewing of the father of one of my best friends. A death always stops me in my tracks as I think about how I would feel if that was my sister, brother, parent or (hopefully never) my child.
This gentleman was exactly 2 months younger than my Father; which is far too young to leave this life. It makes me realize just how old I’m getting and the people around me are getting. I forget sometimes as I think I am still in my twenties. I’m reminded faster than I care to be when I try to run up the stairs or play with my girls.
I didn’t know Mr. Perry but I know his son; I know his son well. He is a brother to my husband and me; he is an uncle to my kids. We fight like siblings mostly because he can be super annoying. But when he isn’t picking at me or making fun of my pale kankles he is rather charming. His best quality, however, is his wife, oh and his big heart.
I was saddened for my friend. I was sad when I saw his head hanging low but trying so hard to be strong. I drove a ways to attend the viewing and HE was making sure I was ok and talking to me. That’s what kind of guy Joe is.
I know Mr. Perry was a good man. I know this because of the son he raised. His son has shown what kindness and generosity is through the friend he has become, the husband I see him being and the father that he will one day be.
I want to thank Mr. Perry for raising such an amazing man who still displays chivalry in a world that it barely exists in. I want to thank him for bringing a wonderful friend into my family. You should be proud and I know your son is desperately proud of you. Enjoy the bird’s eye view of the life and family your son is creating.
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