The first

One of my best friends became the first in my circle of friends. The first to lose a parent. His father died today. He'd been in memory care for a few years and today he went on to the other side.

I was an obnoxious kid - for those who know me I'm an obnoxious adult too. Anyway…. I used to give Mr Carson a hard time - my favorite question to ask him was 'what's the difference between an orange?' I used to get such a laugh asking him that. This started in high school and went all the way through our adult lives - to the last time I saw him maybe a decade ago…

He had good taste in music and audio. Me and my friend Sean would listen to organ music, classical and more of the gen x hair band stuff on his dad's system. It was a fisher with speakers that must've had 12 inch woofers. We'd crank it up real loud and go outside to hear how it sounded to the passerbys. It was loud outside so you know we were playing music way too loud.

We also did stupid things with his car. We'd had both his car and my car in the air about 6 feet jumping over a hill with them floored. Such good times.

The stupid things we did that neither of our parents know about or admit to knowing about.

I know my parents days are numbered. Don't know how many they have left. It's a reality check when one of your buddies calls and says my dad died.

Rest in peace Mr Carson.