Good One

Minus Hazel our sweet dog in the photo,

this cottage pretty much looked exactly the same 28 years ago.

It was the last place I spent a solid chunk of time with my step-dad,

without the day to day getting in the way.

He passed away twenty eight years ago today.

Twenty Eight years.

That number seems unbelievable.

The other unbelievable number was his age when he passed,

he was Only Forty Five.

The day of his funeral,

When we climbed into the car to leave the funeral home and head to the reception...

if that's what you'd call it,

the song "Only The Good Die Young" came on the radio.

It wasn't ironic.

The timing wasn't ironic nor were the words.

He was a Good One.