Literally our last Family Photo, 14years its been nan I remember it vividly. We were all camping up TeWaiti Bush when uncle Bern rode that Big Brown stallion right to the hutt giving us the worse news possible an as a kid you never really compute a loss until years later flicking through old albums buried beneath dust an unsticky tape. An my Papa the old battleaxe, hardworking, had everything you ever needed in life all housed in his little 4x4 room. Would never miss a handle draw, have an endless supply of lion red an port, an actually liked my mental friends an self even though he use to lock himself away in his room with ear muffs an a knife during our disfunctional parties Times have changed were all growing up an seeing the silver pushing through my mamas an dads hair an laugh lines an frown lines deepen has made me realize that cherishing every waking moment with them is something im going to do. Yeah we fight like ward 8 escapees but we always know where to come back to when we need chill time. Ohh an shout out to young master Jay for killing that hairstyle
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 19:56:42 +0000