Rest In Pieces

It is with a heavy heart that I bring you this news...your beloved iPhone was broken into smithereens on Greenfield Road yesterday. I won't go into details as to how this happened...but I do find it quite ironic considering it was your phone destruction of choice. I can remember {many} times when we would get in your black Chevy truck...start driving...and about 2-3 minutes later hear your phone hit the asphalt and a choice word or two would slip out of your mouth as you realized you had broken yet another phone by leaving it on the back of your truck. So I guess it was only fitting that even though you are gone...your phone still met the same fate that the rest had already met. Mommy is sad to lose it because it was her daily connection to you and had lots of things on it that were yours, but in the end it's just a phone. She called it your tramp because you spent {many} hours on it and she would get irritated with you that you couldn't put it down. You were always playing that bubble game, texting witty comments to your friends, taking selfies, or talking to Dave for 2-3 hours at a time. So if a black iPhone happened to make it into Heaven yesterday...it was yours!
 Your Favorite Second Born,
Carley

Here are some pictures of your love-affair with your phone.

 A little more subtle...but it's in your hand!

 And here are some selfies....even as a grown man you embraced the world of selfies

 This was your very last selfie. Even on your death bed you couldn't resist a good selfie. I love you daddy!

R.I.P.