French Fry Friday: Dying


A lot of people avoid it.

A lot of people don’t discuss it.

Because it’s sad. Because it’s scary. Because it’s not fun.

I mean, it’s dying. Who wants that? Who would choose that?

I know someone who chose it. For his kid. His “you can’t ask for a more perfect kid.” His boy. His child. Who grew to be a man. An actual “perfect man.”

His boy gave us the best French Fry Friday. Ever.

He didn’t spend it dying eggs.

He spent it dying dead.

A perfect boy. A perfect man.

Dying dead because of our imperfections.

Dying dead so we wouldn’t have to.

Dying dead because we are loved.

Have a dying GOOD French Fry Friday kind of day.


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