UP AND AT EM..IT'S WEDNESDAY.........

 I haven't been to a funeral since 1984-85..I'll go to the viewing, visit with friends family and go home, but I don't go to funerals..Thursday I'm going to a funeral of Ricky Maler..a cousin by marriage a friend by choice. Everyone loved Ricky...how could you not..He protected all us drunks like he was getting paid for it..But he did it because he loved us..All us goofy girls, raising hell and knowing we were safe cause Ricky was there..and though he loved us as big sisters, or little sisters or just because we were his friend...his heart always belonged to Sara. She held it in her hands and loved the fact that her sweetheart of a husband took care of his friends. He loved his children and was immensely proud of them. They were all in sports and he was so proud of all they accomplished. When they made him a granpa he reveled in it and they all adored him. While I visited him in the hospital I saw a home made card one of the grandkids had made for him..it said I will love you to the moon and back...me too...Ricky was 54 years old..He went in the hospital with stomach pains and died from cancer less than 2 weeks later..gone to soon.