Pushing the trip odometer button I cleared the fourteen hundred miles and hobbled into the house noticing all the bugs plastered to the
front of my vehicle…verification of the fact that El Paso is a long, long way
from home.
I had just spent a lot of time traveling...a lot of time to
thinking...thinking back in time.
I couldn't help but recall the memories of those long ago college days
and memories of a friend. He had a
leprechauns’ glint in his eye and chuckle in his voice. Upon meeting he immediately became my
best friend…he was not hard to like.
There was something genuine, something authentic, some indescribable
quality about him. His wit and
humor…his take on life was always up beat.
He was always so full of life...His thought process totally
captivated my imagination and he was always a pleasure to be around.
Although for the past twenty years he had suffered from Parkinson's
disease it never affected his outlook on life. He lived life to the fullest and was an inspiration.
Kevin Shannon was everybody’s best friend.
Rest in peace, Kevin...Now you get to sit at the table with the big
kids...enjoy the everlasting party.
Dear Lord,
Kevin has run and finished the race.
And not left here without a trace.
I know that YOU have made a place
For that impish smiling face.
Amen.
