looked through his garbage…couldn’t find a thing at first…no clues…nothin’…just empty cans…pork and beans…Chef Boyardee…bunch of Pepsi bottles…plastic kind…and there was this swarm of flies everywhere…flies and bumble bees buzzin’ ’round…makin’ it hard to concentrate…forgot what I was lookin’ for…just some kinda’ trace of him…a picture…an old used wallet…somethin’ I could hold onto…somethin’ I could keep…so I raked through the trash…found an old Boy Scout medallion…was all tarnished and lookin’ pretty beat…wondered why anybody’d throw that away…he loved bein’ a Scout…was real proud of that part of his life…real proud…so…I put it in my pocket…hold onto it…like some kinda’ lucky piece…some kinda’ lucky piece…
One response to “lucky piece…”
David this is a great piece. Your Father was very kind to me. I am so sorry for your pain.
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