There was a last time that I pulled Jeff in a wagon with us 4 on another amazing childhood adventure fed by mayonnaise sandwiches.

There was a last time that we played and argued over baseball on a hot summer night and walked home in the dark.

There was the last time that we 4 played in the dirt gullies back behind my house.

There was a last Matchbox car race.

There was a last time we smoked your dad’s cigarette butts behind his shop.

There was a last time that we walked to the store and pushed Coke bottle caps into the hot asphalt.

There was a last time that we four rode our bikes until our mothers would come out and call us for supper.

There was a last time that we got in trouble.

And, I’m sure that there was a last time that we all four laughed at the same thing together at the same time.

I don’t know when any of those last times were.

But what I do know is…I will see you again.

Thank you for making my childhood better.