It seems like last past two weeks or so have been a daze foggy as fuck. Like I was there but not. Barely remember the viewing and funeral. Gotta love all the people who came to the viewing. Shit was packed the love people had for him fucking awesome. Make you pop your shirt and puff up your chest and say I am proud! Close to 150 or more can't really recall it was just packed. Pretty funny the
It's not the death of someone you care about that eats at you. It's the small things like him talking or him fixing things around the house. It's when he mows the grass or makes omelets in the morning. It's the way he smells or the way he snores. It's the way he loved his dog and his wife. It's the way he knew how to help you fix your car or take you fishing. It's him not being there that pains
I not a Green Bay fan but Clay fucking funny as hell.