"CocoChinnis everybody?"

The funniest thing happened last night. My lovely wife and little girl picked me up from work. I was exhausted due to wading through all of the drama of the day, my lovely wife (who IS pregnant) was tired and it was nearly 7:30 p.m. when we left the Village office. So I mentioned that we should just go for mexican food and I would be glad to pick up the tab on this one. So we drive a couple of miles away to grab some good Mexican food over on the more ritzy part of town.

Once we get there and have a seat, Lovely and I were chatting and making lovey-dovey looks at one another. Then all of a sudden Little B starts talking. I look over to make sure that she is included in the conversation and she keeps saying something, but we couldn’t figure it out. Lovely and I are making our most educated guesses on what she was saying. Finally, Lovely blurts out, “I need a mop??” Then I clued in…it was the music!!! Feliz Navidad! It was playing on the Mexi-cali muzak. We laughed hardily!!!

After the eating, we decided to walk off our overeating. Went to the bookstore a few doors down…Little B and I pal around nearly the whole time. We had a blast just playing with the toys and reading books from the kids’ section. It was some good Pop Pop and Goose time. As we are walking out she sees the coffee section of the store and asks for some “coffee milk.” I tell her that I would make some when we got home.

We hopped in the Jeep and kept kidding around with the “I need a mop”…then, out of nowhere, Little B holds up her hand like she is holding a cup and asks, “Cocochinnis, everybody?!?”

“WHAT?!?!?”

Then it clicks…We had rented Santa Claus 3 where at one point Jack Frost (Martin Short) asks for a Cocochino (instead of a cappachino). That prompted a quick stop at the Celestial Cowboy for a “Cocochino” for my little munchkin.

5 years today

I got your letter that you sent to us. I know that it wasn’t finished. I think you knew something was going to happen. You had that intuition with hearing God that way.

You lived a life that was amazing and wonderful. You lived for Christ like no one I’ve ever seen. I was there a few days before you died. I listened to the stories of how you loved others and in turn, that changed lives. One story was of you working at the Cato store for women. If memory serves me right, there were about 25 employees. Yourself being the only one even wanting to believe in God. Within fairly short time, a year or two I think, all of your fellow employees were professing Christians. Its just how you lived.

You are not forgotten! Your name, well, your nickname lives on today. You have greatgrands now. I know that Joshua and Robert have had kids, their wives have anyway. Kris and Laura have little Ben, and Raygen and I have Bonnie. Yes, she was named after you.

I’m not sure if you know, but I’ll tell you on this public forum.

After you died, I began to hear the stories of how you lived. It changed my life. I realized that how I lived didn’t even begin to line up with your example. You died on Sept 10, 2002. I became a Christian on October 22, 2002. I keep quoting the scripture in John 15 that Christ says, “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends. ” I know that is what you did. By seeing the way you lived, the fruit of your life and the effectiveness of your convictions, I, too, follow in the way of the one, true God.

I miss you. I miss your jokes and your singing into one of those silly kid microphones that have the spring in it. I miss your stories. I miss your hugs and kisses. I miss eating your German Chocolate Cake and drinking diet Pepsi with it. I miss the way your perfume smelled. I miss your laugh and your quick-wit. I miss your unmistakeable love for us.

I know you are busy worshipping our Father in Heaven. I look forward to the day we can all join in together. Until then, I love you…