Liam and my Dad, Alton, were so much alike.
Recently in a dream I saw them through a diner window, two blue collar guys sharing breakfast and work stories.
My heart filling, I watched the easy banter between the two as they pushed away their plates, elbows on the table, finishing their coffee.
A silly smile spread across my face watching them. I knew something was coming – it always was with either of these two Coyotes.
The waitress approached to clear the table and asked if she could get them anything else – more coffee perhaps? The two stopped and looked at one another – and – in a way that either one of them – just – would have, Liam quickly quipped, “Do you have a breakfast dessert menu?”
They fell out laughing, the waitress pushing Liam’s shoulder in the easy way that any woman, comfortable in the presence of such a man, would.
She cleared the plates still chuckling as the two of them, quite pleased with their little joke, shared twinkles in their eyes and that sideways punk grin.
Save me a spot.
I miss you two. 
