A childhood friend of ours (my brother and I) passed last week after a long illness. We brought the RV down to Lantana to go to his memorial. It was good to be able to get together with this family who was a big part of my growing up years. His brothers were my brothers... we spent every weekend at the marina where these boys lived and we kept our boat. We built tree forts in the woods near the marina, learned to sail, played kick the can in the parking lot in the middle of the night and generally terrorized the neighborhood.
I do get to see them on occasion and we have promised to get together more often now under better circumstances. Their Grandmother has had a restaurant in town for as long as I can remember and we always stop in for breakfast or lunch to say hi when we are in the area. It seems that this restaurant has been the glue that has held us all together over the years. One of the boys is running the restaurant now with his mom and they have added a bar and started opening for dinner a few years ago. Grandma Pearl still comes in on occasion to help and to visit with all of the folks who have been regulars over the years.
We
did what we always do when we get together… we had a few drinks and talked
about those few short years 40 years ago that helped make us who we are today,
and shared stories of a brother who struggled with his demons over the years.
Here’s to you Doug.. finally resting in peace.
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