We're losing them.
Big Daddy is on his way to Jackson tonight.
Young and brash, with the world ahead of them. They'd make it the way they wanted it, and they did.
My father-in-law married his lady love in July and was shipped (seasick) to World War II in September. They didn't see each other for three years.
Give a thought, a candle, a prayer. He harries the hell out of me, but I'm not ready to let him go.