Breakfast with Pete

I have been holding this off for a while, Special Someone is a entry I had wrote a while back about a kind old man named Pete. It wasn't that long that I had written it, proves time does go fast as lightning. Pete Millich passed away on a Monday. Tuesday was the day I had found out, I wanted to cry. Cry for an old man who taught me a couple things, painted a vision of the past for me. Talked about his wife and how much he missed her, and realized a long time ago no one can ever replace her. I knew him for about 3 years of Fridays. As my mom told me about Pete passing away, my heart ached. I was expecting to see Pete Friday morning 6/13/14. For the past years I had the privilege of cooking breakast for him. 9:00 he would always be on time, in his ball cap and plaid button up and pulling up in his white impala.

Friday when I cooked I was heartbroken. The funeral was that day and sadly he woud not be there with his positive attitude. As I began cooking I started to have a lump in my throat. Friends of his slowly came in, all on time, and sat at his table. No one cried but the emotion was strong in the room. Friends came to eat in his honor, though he wasn't there; they came to be with him in spirit. Deep down I felt they knew he would want us all there.

Soon the mood changed, everyone was happy sitting and eating at Pete's table. Everyone loved the strawberry cool whip covered waffle/pancakes.

Pete I'll miss you and think of you every Friday, happily eating my cooking. Thanks for coming into my life and putting your two cents in.

Marvel

Lets Try A Photo

Birthday

I always loved you in your black t-shirt.

Less Than Before

As he let me go for the second time, I began dealing with it. Thinking back on the day he let me go the first time, I remember throwing my phone with tears streaming down my face. Crying the way I did when my daddy passed away, no would was able to console me. I was a fish thrown back into the water because things got to kind. Second time around; "I can handle it". We aren't even called friends now so why do I still cry uncontrollably? I can't help but hope and believe we'll always be together and never part.  No longer kids tackling each other but adults dealing with life as it comes. I want to be that kid. Long hair blowing in the wind with him at my side.

So like I said the first time "I slowly let you slip out of my heart, day by day". I no longer want to hear that song, no longer want to make eye contact, no longer hear his voice.

I'm letting you go completely.