A year

We raised a glass for you tonight, Jonesy.

It doesn't really seem like a year ago that we lost you, and nor does it quite seem fair that we're talking about you in hindsight.

It was one year ago that I was on my way to cover a baseball game when I got the call from Hendo.

"Yeah Larky, ... Jonesy's dead."

Even though that entire day I was worried and skeptical about what was going on, I went off on that assignment knowing — KNOWING — that it was nothing to worry about. But then I had to turn the car back 180 degrees and meet up with everyone who was already mourning you.

I'm not going to go on and on about what you meant and how we miss you. You know that already and, more to the point, you're not the kind of guy who wants to hear that anyway.

I just thought you should know that we thought about you today. We thought about you this week. You're not far from us. We share stories about you and what you would be doing and saying if you had been there with us. Of course it always brought a laugh and a smile.

We had a beer, we had a shot and we had you in our hearts.

We'll see you again.