Brutus and Don

Oh my how I miss him so much. I was on Kelly's myspace and found this picture and wanted to post it for everyone.

Don was a huge Buckeyes fan to the core. He was borderline obsessed. One of the first memories I have of our friendship is when he went to the National Championhip game in 02 with Kelly, Joe and Andy. For some reason I called him while he was there to tell him to be careful and I never quit saying that to him-EVER. I have never cared about the Buckeyes, until now. I want them to win every game so Don is happy. Just as I want the Reds to finally have a winning season so he is able to gloat and rub it in to everyone. That would be Don's heaven. That along with his Grandparents, beautiful women with big boobs that he could stare at and maybe touch, Blue Moon and cold cans of Coke-oh I could go on and on. I miss this guy so much and it still hurts. The pain is still so raw, the tears still roll down my face when I see pictures or think about him. They aren't always tears of pain and sadness, but also tears of utter joy and thankfulness that he blessed my life. I was lucky enough that we were friends, that we stuck together even when it was hard and difficult. Instead of turning away and giving up we talked it out and our friendship was what it was because of how hard we worked at it. Whatever is going on in Don's heaven, I know that he is thinner (as he always wanted) and finally sees how handsome he is. I know that he is eating his favorite foods and doesn't gain weight from them. I know he is watching sports all day every day and that somedays there are friends with him, others there are gorgeous young girls and the rest he is with his Grandparents. I know that he wears these really ugly blue and orange New Balance shoes that he had (only to annoy me) and that he lives in shorts and t-shirts. I know that he poops a lot becasue he loved to poop. I know that he is a celebrity in the land of sportscasting because that was his dream. I know that he sleeps on sheets that have a high thread count because once I introduced him to them, he understood the necessity of them. I know that he gets along with everyone becasue he has a heart of gold. I know that he is unorganized and untimely becasue that is just the way he is. I know that he farts big farts that stink and everyone laughs. I know that he talks-a lot becasue he never shut up. I know that he stays up late and gets up early to get the most out of his day. I know that he washes his clothes in Downy. I know that he listens to awful music. I know that he never cooks unless there is a reason to fire up the grill. I know that he forgets peoples birthdays, but makes a spectacle out of his. I know that he keeps secrets, but tells his closest friends everything (even when he knows they wouldn't want to know). I know that he dances funny and never misses a chance to go out. I know that he gives good smart and honest advice, but doesn't really ask for any. I know that he cares about everyone and fights for things he is passionate about. Most importantly, I know that he knows how much I love him and how important he is to me becasue we always told each other how we felt.

Don-I miss you! Go Bucks! I will never cheer for Michigan or the other team again, I promise!