It starts with a Dance.
What makes it worse about Gary is just what a man he is.
If ever there were saints, he's one of them.
If ever there were scholars, he's one of them.
If ever there were good fathers, he's one of them.
And if ever there was true love... Gary and Mitzi have it.
So it's really quite tragic to see him diminished to what he is now - speech is incredibly difficult for him, and he has trouble moving around.
I will never forget that week under the maple tree with friends and family, near and distant, all come together to toast to Gary, the man they all know and love dearly.
So a toast! To Gary! A good Father. A good Husband. A good Doctor. And a Saint.
2 comments:
i almost cried.
i take that back.
i did.
i miss ya hope u r doing okay and france is just beautful.
hope to see ya soon
bronte
shit... we're here for ya, man.
-andy, zack, richie
ssb brawl party. we need one big time.
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