


And then we visited him. I know he's not there. But I like to visit his spot twice a year or so. He is my same age cousin. Grew up in the same hood, went to the same schools. In the same grade. Could not have been more opposite. But we dug each other
Back in the day the boy looooooved Pink Floyd. So I try to leave him a little something pink when I go.
He was not supposed to go so soon. Cancer. Sucks.


I only make them watch the beginning. When they storm the beach. Don't call CPS, I turn down the volume when the bad words come, I know exactly when they are. Anyways, I make them watch. I don't let them look away.
And then we talk about it. How it, according to the men who stormed the beaches themselves, is a spot on portrayal of what it was like. That it really happened. That these men helped save the World, and our Country. And we talk about their sacrifice. And if it wouldn't have been for them we would probably be speaking German. And so on. And as long as I have kids in my house this will keep happening.
Thank goodness they made this movie.
I miss him.
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