I wrote this passage to my fallen cousin while seated next to his casket. His passing devastated me, but moreover, he leaves behind a beautiful daughter, an amazingly wonderful fiancée, and a host of family and friends that’ll miss his amazing flair for life. I call this: One More Round.
This is the last time we hang out together. It sucks because you losing down and I’m still standing. What sucks is I thither we had plenty of time to hang together. We were good. For years, we had plenty of time. Getting life together and making sure our families were good, that’s what we both did. Hard working Burchette boys. The three of us…3.
It was three of us. Me, you, and Jermaine. The day we lost him, we were equally devastated. Our world’s stopped. When I got the call about you, my world stopped again. You guys left me. Alone…but to carry on. I will, because that’s what we’re supposed to do. However, I wish we could have one more ride. One more night. One more ride together. You, me, Jermaine. Throw Lance, Tywayne, Trevor, and Donte in the back. One more ride to laugh. One more ride to bullshit each other. One more time to do what we use to do. The good times. Never a dull moment.
I just need one more round.
Rest well, Monte Burchette.
Be A Man Universe 