Rocko was the first person I met when I first moved here. I was standing out front looking at my house thinking about Christmas lights when Rocko rolled up in his wheel chair. Apparently it was one of his first times out of the house since losing his leg a few months before. We talked out there in the street for more than an hour. Living on the other side of the alley I would see him often sitting on the porch or rolling around the neighborhood. I always got a friendly smile and wave. He came over while I was doing brakes on a truck and crawled out of his wheelchair and sat on the ground with me. The kids took off with his wheelchair. Looks like your stuck with me now. We got a good laugh, I worked on the brakes slowly to listen to what he had to say. Always an interesting story to be told by Rocko. I walked around the corner one time to go over and talk. He told me of his art work and where his pieces were on display. I felt blessed to have him give me a print of one of his pieces. We talked about the meaning behind it. I enjoyed our talks, always interesting, entertaining and well worth the time. Rocko, I am going to miss you my friend. Some day our paths shall cross again.
Thursday December 14, 2017 at 11:34 pm