We called him Bum Bum. (Not really a long story but I don't feel like telling it).
If he wasn't busy teasing you, he was either fishing or watching the game on tv.
Last weekend we went to Britt. We shared some memories and shed some tears.
It's been two years, but being there to talk about him made his image so fresh. I feel like I just saw him. He told me he loved me once, when he was drunk, but I know he meant it.
I love you too Bum. Miss ya.