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Luke's memorial was created on 5/22/2013.
I met you on March 15th, 2003.
When I saw you, I knew right away that we would be pals. It was in the middle of the biggest rainstorm in California that I can remember. My girlfriend and I were driving to Downey, Ca. We had already been past quite a few car crashes and been yelled at by an irate policeman, but that hadn't deterred us from our destiny to meet you.
You were getting a good talking to by your sister. She had her mouth in your ear just yapping away, but you just went on your way completely ignoring her. Even then as a young boy, you had a better temperament and more of an even keel than I. That's why I loved you from the start.
It's a big commitment for me to open my arms to anyone, and truly let them all the way in. There would be those who disagree, but those people would be my friends.
Once your in, you are in forever.
You had me figured from the start. It took less than 5 minutes before I invited you and your sister to come live with us. Once we got there the first thing you did was drink my Corona. Ya... Best buddies for sure. As they say "...and hilarity ensued".
It seems so long ago, just ten years. I was such a different person. I truly have you to thank for how I am today, at least good parts. I remember the old days well. Stressing out, building the business, chasing the dollars, making little things into big problems, all the crap I don't do anymore. Thank you.
Right from the start LaLa and I, with you and your sister, did everything together. You had never seen the places we went ever before, and we shared lots new places together. You went work with me a lot and even though you couldn't help, you would wait for me even when I worked late.
In the last ten years you have seen see massive sand dunes, cold rainy coastlines, got to ride a dirt bike (you didn't like it), tubed on the lake (sorry for running you over), saw dark starry nights, most of the southwest desert, windblown cliffs, and snowy mountain passes. We were sad at Little Big Horn, we were happy with Wisconsin cheese, we met deer at the Grand Canyon, bison in Yellowstone, ostriches at the Delta, and we found out skunks aren't cats (you know...). We sang the blues in Memphis, tasted in Lynchburgh, found jello shots in NASCAR country, we had long days in Erie on our own beach, and walked for many, many miles. I think we pee'd outside in every single national park. Is there a record for that? Or a Fine? Boating was your favorite, you couldn't wait to run on the beach.
We have lived in a few houses together but it didn't matter to you if it was at the beach, too big, or had wheels. You made it a home. When I had to go away, I couldn't wait to come back home to see you and tell you all about it.
LaLa and I got married, and by now there was no doubt you and your sister were part of our family. Even when we rented out our house, packed up everything and headed out to see the entire USA by car, you didn't hesitate to jump in with us. With the wind in our faces and our house on the hitch ball, you never complained. Besides, our bladders were way bigger than the girls bladders were. The trips we would take together were all windows down and heavy metal blaring. The girls can have their A/C and Jazz in their own car. But you know us guys do things a little differently. Better.
Now I see you. Breathing heavily, anemic, and your lungs racked with cancer. You never complained. You still haven't. I have seen my only sister, and my best friend both succomb to that evil shit. They were both the strongest, most stubborn people I know, and now it has you.
I know it's up to me to make the choice for you. I want the quality of your life to outweigh the quantity of your life. That does not make my decision any easier.
I know you love me. You have told me every single day since we met. The way you always have my back. The way you greet me. The way you look at me disapprovingly when I know goddamn well I should have been home hours ago. The way you smile. The way you wag your tail.
I love you too Luke.
March 15, 2013
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