I have sat here thinking, wondering, questioning, hurt, and dyeing. It’s tearing me apart. In life you find those friends that total up to be the ones you are proud and honored to call family. I was lucky enough to find seven of them. No to include the Parents of the Tillery family to whom I am warmed by the thought and action of calling Momma and Papa,
Well recently lost me most beloved Brother Mark Fulgham. The one I would have to say is the adhesive that holds us and keeps us together. HE went out of his way to plan and try to bring us together from time to time just to relive the greatest moments in our lives, each other, I am saddened to say I was not able most of the time to make them, but My oath for Mark is to attend them whenever I most possibly can. And will sacrifice damn near everything to do so.
Being there with them all was warming. It felt like home, but I guess when you have your family with you it is always home. To fill Marks shoes in the quest of bringing us together. Is surely an impossible task, but I believing that if we all pitch in and try? We can come damn close. I want lose another one so easily. I love them to much.
In closing I have to say. I have cried and cried, Ended up in my work bathroom on the floor in tears over my blood bond brother. I fell there shall be many more days of this, but his memory is one that burns in my mind like the Bomb fires of our drinking parties. So to you mark we raise our shots, Slam them, and give you cheers we love you bro. And will through out eternity
