Edward Thomas Edwards was one of my best friends ever. He was at the top of my gang of friends, and we went way back…all the way back. I’m fortunate. I still have many friends who go all the way back. We are as tight now as we were then. I am fortunate.
I’ve been posting lately about all of the friends who have been coming to spend several days with me and the Juju Woman. There are some things you can’t do over the phone…takes days of “face to face” to sync it right. More on that later, maybe…I still haven’t decided. At any rate, my gang were all born in Nashville, Tennessee. Great place, period.
Ed was killed in a freak-fluke accident in 1982, and this is the tree we planted in his (parents) front yard in his honor. If I recall, it is a red maple and was a sapling when we put it in the ground. Three or four feet tall.
This photo was taken three days ago, which makes it 31 years old.
Pretty cool if you ask me, we all cried.
It’s an iPhone photo, not that it matters.