Coming back home.....

It is weird that I ended up back in Davis County. I live now only a mile away from where I helped dress my friend for his funeral. I am so lucky to be back home. I have lived in Salt Lake for too long and Clint had always asked if I would come back up to Davis County and find a house.
I am sorry Clint it took me this long to do it but I finally did and I feel so much at home back here.  One of my many regrets is that I didn't live here while you were here. I now know what true friendship means. It means so much to me to be so close to your sweet wife and kids now. My daughter and your daughters are able to hang out much more by living up here.
When I drive home from work on the Legacy Parkway I always look up at the V and remember the good times and it always makes me smile. This is home...

The other day I was watching a reality show (I think a court drama like peoples court) and the judge said to the defendant you have know the plaintiff since kindergarten and why are you here? The judge went on to say how many people in the courtroom still have a friend they hang out with from kindergarten. There were not a lot of hands raised in the room. It made me think, I have known you since birth. Wow what an amazing time we have had. All these memories are stored in my mental vault forever and captured in pictures over our lives. Thank God for a friend like Clint, who taught me so many things I needed to know. I fell a lot in my life and you were always there to pick me back up and push me to be better than before.

This blog only exists to be a tribute to you my friend Clint. This will never die. The spirit of the man you were will never die.

Thanks again for everything. Gone but never forgotten.