Parting Ways Part 1

I met him in the summer of 1986. 

I remember him like it was only yesterday. 

Our mother introduced us. 

I remember that whole summer, he was the "man". 

My brother James, a few years younger than me, met him that summer, too.  As did most of the rest of our family throughout the years.

At times we have had a love-hate relationship.  Lately more hate than love. 

It's been 25 years so you can't say we didn't try, right?

But I think it's become painfully obvious.  We are going to have to part ways.






To be continued....