An Ode to Dirk

Jeremy, or Dirk, as we call him, is essentially my adopted brother, and it's funny the way we became friends. We met working on a graveyard shift together at a homeless youth shelter. We were doing chores, I told him to get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich, and we've been great friends ever since. Shortly after we met, we had all the staff and residents convinced that we were brother and sister. We've had such fun like taking the residents on hikes in waist high snow, and daring each other to eat an entire Boston Cream Pie in one sitting (I think he did it!). He already knew quite a few people in the family, and ended up getting adopted in, even as far as spending Christmas morning with us. He's a cynical, angry man, but he's hilarious and we love him.

Anyway, a few years ago he moved to Oregon for school, work and just to get out of Poky. But, I had the pleasure of getting to see him a few weeks before we moved at his brother's wedding party (which was amazing and beautiful, props to his mom!). Anyway, it was a lot of fun to see him again. Hopefully I will be seeing a lot more of him since he is planning on moving to Philly for graduate school. See you soon Dirk!