Happy Birthday to my Ricky.
The 31st of July was my brother Ricks Birthday. I usually post my "tribute" on the day of the birthday, but I have been thinking about this one for an extra long time.
My brother Rick is in himself an exceptional person.
He is a very hard worker and never accused of being lazy.
He can build anything with just an idea, hammer and a box of nails.
He has a patient personality, always gives people a second, third and fourth chance, but once he is pissed, look out!!!
You can invite him anywhere and he will make a friend.
He is eternally committed to his family.
Now the rest of it.
He is one of the only people I would go to in a real pinch. he has a level head and can give advice without is sounding "preachy".
Growing up he and my dad had their tiffs and would butt heads. It came to pass that they were so much alike that it took adulthood to bond them as friends.
His blue eyes and the way he holds his cigarette are so Pop that it can make me cry looking at him sometimes.
More than that his heart is full.
He can dance like no one else, play a mean bass guitar, sing at any venue if just asked and make people ask "Who was that guy? and how can i be more like him?"
Two favorite memories
Of course the infamous dance at Irem to Love shack.
We were the only ones dancing and decided if we were going to do it DO IT BIG!!!
We covered every square inch of that dancefloor and danced our hearts out!!!
I will always remember that night being one time I felt the best about myself and who I was and where I come from.
A favorite memory only because it is one forever in my mind. As I was waking up after surgery and just realizing something bad had happened, I remember his voice in my head that he was here and to stay strong and not to worry about anything. Just relax and get better.
He was whispering these things in my ear I guess, but the memory is clear as day to me.
I remember crying because i was so surprised he was there, he lives so far away and what is he doing here- I MUST BE DYING>
Almost as soon as I thought those things he was telling me I was going to be ok, relax, and breathe.
So I did.
So in honor of Quick Rick Jones in the aftermath of his 48th birthday I say.
Happuy Birthdya to the one guy that can still sweep me off my feet, make me believe that we can build it, fix it, or make it better.
He reminds me that we are only as old as we allow ourselves to be, and he is the one guy-or second guy that can make skinny white legs look fashionable..
Love you Rick
My brother Rick is in himself an exceptional person.
He is a very hard worker and never accused of being lazy.
He can build anything with just an idea, hammer and a box of nails.
He has a patient personality, always gives people a second, third and fourth chance, but once he is pissed, look out!!!
You can invite him anywhere and he will make a friend.
He is eternally committed to his family.
Now the rest of it.
He is one of the only people I would go to in a real pinch. he has a level head and can give advice without is sounding "preachy".
Growing up he and my dad had their tiffs and would butt heads. It came to pass that they were so much alike that it took adulthood to bond them as friends.
His blue eyes and the way he holds his cigarette are so Pop that it can make me cry looking at him sometimes.
More than that his heart is full.
He can dance like no one else, play a mean bass guitar, sing at any venue if just asked and make people ask "Who was that guy? and how can i be more like him?"
Two favorite memories
Of course the infamous dance at Irem to Love shack.
We were the only ones dancing and decided if we were going to do it DO IT BIG!!!
We covered every square inch of that dancefloor and danced our hearts out!!!
I will always remember that night being one time I felt the best about myself and who I was and where I come from.
A favorite memory only because it is one forever in my mind. As I was waking up after surgery and just realizing something bad had happened, I remember his voice in my head that he was here and to stay strong and not to worry about anything. Just relax and get better.
He was whispering these things in my ear I guess, but the memory is clear as day to me.
I remember crying because i was so surprised he was there, he lives so far away and what is he doing here- I MUST BE DYING>
Almost as soon as I thought those things he was telling me I was going to be ok, relax, and breathe.
So I did.
So in honor of Quick Rick Jones in the aftermath of his 48th birthday I say.
Happuy Birthdya to the one guy that can still sweep me off my feet, make me believe that we can build it, fix it, or make it better.
He reminds me that we are only as old as we allow ourselves to be, and he is the one guy-or second guy that can make skinny white legs look fashionable..
Love you Rick
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