Jun 17, 2007
it's over. this is goodbye.
Everything good must eventually come to an end.
We were together in good times and bad.
You were an outlet for me.
Other people enjoyed your presence, and maybe some did not.
We raised you from a little nothing until you were fully grown.
It is now time to say goodbye.
We will no longer be known as "that crazy family with the goose" (we might be "that crazy family" but not "with the goose")
And you were delicious too. My mother called me a "barbarian". My father threatened to sick PETA on me. It was the only way I could get my army brother to come to me for a shabbos weekend (now I have to look for a new plan to get him to come again!). We devoured you as would a caveman (mostly my brother, but I enjoyed some of you too), picking at the bones.
Goose. RIP. 29 sivan 5767.