Sorry if I’m letting you guys down. I’m just so busy and never have reliable Internet. Once I’m settled in ill be back with so many glorious photos I’ll make all your panties so wet.
Yesterday was hard. Very hard. Spanky, the man who helped Tucker and I overcome multiple obstacle while we were living here in the islands the first time, passed away after years of battling cancer. He was the one who believed in us when we had no one else. He looked after Tucker while I was gone and would fight for our good names no matter what. He truly loved us as if we were his own blood. We loved him like an island father and although he was one crazy guy, he had character and he had a huge heart. I cannot believe we are back here on the island and he is gone. It’s not the same here without him and it’s hard to imagine living here without seeing him everyday.
Crying for the death of a person is the most intense thing. I have been heaving. Gripping onto Tucker. Wailing. It is as if my entire soul is trying to leave my body to search for him.
Death is so weird. I wonder where he is now. Probably reincarnated into a little rascal of a child clinging onto mommas shirt. I hope we meet again. I know he is in a better place.
We love you Spanky. We love you so much you crazy dead head cook. You will have your sea burial wearing that Grateful Dead jersey you always wanted. Just as you asked.