My Father’s Best Friend

My Father’s best friend died the way he lived- running from the law.

He spent half of his adult life behind bars and slowly came to the conclusion that he had not the will to reverse the effects of years of grime and mental decay that accumulates on top of a man’s soul within the confines of penitentiary. He had a son that he did not want to follow in his footsteps.

Luke Dyce was loyal to my father and was at his side when he had fallen.

I am proud to have his son as a brother.

Without a challenge there is no accomplishment.

In his passing he like every man or woman has become a notch; in a person’s passage their life can be seen to damage or construct.

The passage of a human being can become an added step to a staircase or a ledge from which to dive.