Sheila Mae
I just found out about my friend Big Dave this past week. Any one who knew Dave had a friend in him.
He talked hours about his boys, their trials and successes, his Mother he spoke of with pride, of her strong character, as a single mom and later years. The strange, wonderful differences in his past relatives, the amazing stories he shared with me. He said he never talked to anyone, so much, as he did me. I will regret never having seen the old pictures he wanted to share and regret that we will not hear the stories I know are left in him.
His travels, many of them, places we had both been to before we met. And those I had never seen.
Now he is traveling to a place I have never been.
I know he will be met by his cousins, father, brother, grandparents and so many people he talked about.
Surely, there will be a 69 Chevelle SS waiting for him. I wonder if he would prefer it, as when he first received it, or the SS he worked on for so many years. Either way we all know it will be RED, his favorite color and mine. Somewhere, on his cell, he has a picture of me sitting in the driver's seat. How I wish I had asked him to send it to me. As tall as he was, he told me; I fit it well and threatened that he would let me drive it.
When ever we said goodbye, I knew he was a very special friend, and I hope he felt the same.
My heart to his family, and my Good-bye to him. We have all lost a very special man.
Sheila Mae