Moments in Time

I lost a good friend this morning. My friend Dave was 40 years old, two years younger than me. This friendship has lasted close to thirty years. We grew up within spitting distance of each other. Played ball, fished and hunted deer together. He died less than a quarter mile from where we grew up. I saw or talked to Dave almost daily. When you have something in your life for thirty years you sure do hate to lose it.

Moments in time they shared together,
Moments in time between two friends.
Dancing on that old van with their shirts wide open,
That was a moment in time they swore they were blood brothers until the end. (JM)

Dave would have laughed if he knew I put a picture of him on the internets. The tales I could tell are best left unspoken. Rest in peace brother. I will miss you.