Been a month and still I miss my old friend Bart. Every day. Every little black Ford truck I pass on the road. Every Miller Lite I load into the beer box. Every Sunday when he would slip down to the Store early in the afternoon to sit and talk.
Didn’t know how much he meant to me until he left. Never told him how much I respected, looked up to him and yes, loved him.
They say that life goes on and I guess that that is true. However, there are some folks whom you just can’t get over the fact that they are no longer around.
And Bart was one of those folks.