




The other day i came across these old photographs of my father.
it's odd imagining him in a life outside of what it is now.
it's all that i know.
the boy in these pictures is just as much a part of my father as the man he is now.
i wish i knew this boy.
i wish i could say "hang on tightly to what you have now, becuase you'll slowly loose it without even realizing it and it's too beautiful of a thing to let go of."
but it is what it is.
we all grow up and leave things behind.
sometimes i like to think i'll never loose my rowdy innocence,
but maybe one day i will, and i won't even realize it.
just like that boy in those old photographs.
here's to you Bradley Wayne Lyon
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