That trademark laugh and somehow I never knew if you were kidding with me or not. Smirky smiles and a cigarette perched on your lip. These are the ways I remember you. And the music, don't forget the music. Trumpets, and pianos, and drums. I loved when you would sing.
Michelob, Marlboro, and Old Spice. Pick up trucks, classic rock, and country. Hard working and playing just as hard. Momma told me I married a man just like you, and I'm so glad. She says I look just like you too.
There really are not enough words. The world just isn't as bright without you.
I'll miss you for the rest of my life.