Anthony,
Thank you for the much needed and comforting experience of contacting my brother. He was taken from us way too soon.
Lately, I have found it very comforting to reflect back on our meeting and the familiar thoughts, memories and communication from my brother; and also to know that he is in good hands.
One of the messages you relayed to me was about the “mashed potatoes.” Funny! The story goes like this:
My brother Gerald and I (along with another close friend Keith) were eating lunch one day at one of those country style restaurants. We were eating, laughing and having a nice time filling up on some good old fashioned fried chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuits. As Gerald lifted his giant glass of iced tea, I noticed that he had a small blob of mashed potatoes on his “pinky” finger. I mentioned this to him, and as he turned his wrist to look at the mashed potatoes on his finger, not wanting to waste a single savory bite, he decided to try and lick off the mashed potatoes. This caused the iced tea, which was in the same hand, to pour out onto his lap. It all happened so fast that there was no time to warn him. It was a “3 Stooges” kind of hilarious moment that had all three of us laughing hysterically. He vowed to get even with me, as if I could have actually been clever enough to craft such an elaborate scheme.
A week later, we ran into each other at a local bar, where I was sipping a beer with my friend. Gerald was with Keith again and they walked up and said hello. As they did, Gerald generously handed me “another” beer, to which I replied “…thanks, but I already have one,” showing him my nearly full beer. He politely said, “Don’t worry you’ll drink this one too, eventually,” as he thrust it to me.
I politely accepted it in my free hand. As I did, he proceeded to compliment me on my new watch and asked me what time it was. More than happy to oblige and show off my new watch, I looked down to check the time, spilling my newest full beer all over myself. This was hilarious to all, even me; especially when he winked and said “Got Ya!”
Thanks again, Anthony, for giving us one last laugh!
Frank
I feel your peace, Frank. Thank you for writing this.
Anthony
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