Headstones

Sunday will be my late brother Buzz's birthday. Miss him so much as does pretty much everybody who ever knew him. Buzz was sixteen months younger than I am. Closest friend I have ever had in this world. We talked practically every day. Always there for each other, through thick and thin.

Buzz is second from the left, between Leslie and my late father.

I saw this funny story online yesterday and instantly thought of my brother. 

Headstone with profanity annoys the F out of cemetery.

You see, Buzz did something similar. 

His instructions were to have G.O.T.F.G. written on his headstone. 

And we did. No one who knew let on the meaning for a year.

Get off the fucking grass.

Here is a picture of our family as kids in 1964. 

Buzz is closest to the camera, Johnny not yet born.

Love and miss you always, Buzz.