brothers, part 12

5 o’clock in the texas morning
I’ve got a long, long ride
— the prophet michael murphey

Dear Rick:

You once named your column after that song. We had so many long, long rides back in the day. Austin, Kerrville, Big Bend, Terlingua, the Guads. I was always riding shotgun, the kid brother you allowed to share your adventures.

I don’t know where this last trip is going. But I’ll be there, embracing your laugh and your goofy expressions and that sense of wide-eyed wonder that still refuses to be extinguished.

Cactus Jack drinks coffee black
Tells me it’s my lucky day

You taught me to love the road. And a good adventure. And a great story. It doesn’t have to be happily ever after. I miss you most when I’m on the endless stretches of Texas highways you loved so much.

I’m sorry this is happening. I’m sorry I spent a week getting your cat addicted to the Fancy Cat Treats. I’m sorry I ate your french fries while you were in the boy’s room. And I’m sorry I’m sitting in a roadside rest area typing a letter you would hate.

But I’m so glad you’re my brother. We’ll figure out the third act.

Outside the sun is up
and the wind blows me like a dixie cup
down the highway

I have an old voice mail from you on my phone. “hi sorry i missed your call. kate and anne are here, so we’re doing a lot of hugging.” The girls are giggling in the background. Such a perfect moment. I’m glad you missed that call.

Well, it’s almost 5 o’clock on a texas morning and I really do have a long, long ride. I wish you were here to share it.

I love you. I’m sorry you’ll never see this. See you soon. We’ll do a lot of hugging. I’ll bring more Fancy Cat Treats. Sorry.

sincerely,
your dear and worthless brother

About gary

no sock monkeys were harmed in the making of this blog.
This entry was posted in margarine. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s