I post a lot of pictures of Hank and I around bed time but, I’ve never told his story. He’s a happy go lucky Hippo that hides a sleeping bag and is the boy I cuddle with every night. Childish? Maybe but, he is the perfect length for a body pillow and he’s got a lot of love behind him. I can tell you the exact date I got him, where I was, the weather, just everything about that night. It was July 10th, 15 days before my birthday and a boy who was quickly becoming my best friend gave him to me for my birthday. I was sitting on the bank of the lake and he said “I’ll be right back, I have to go get more bait” He comes back and sets baby hank down and tells me to turn around. It was the first time someones ever got me a stuffed animal so I thought it as cute. He even set some things on the ground so Hank wouldn’t get dirty. Later that night he showed me how to successfully snag a fish. I had caught my first fish; I was so excited I did a victory dance. He taught me a lot that night other than fishing. He taught me it was okay to completely open up to someone. He showed me that someone will always be there to listen. He showed me that I was worth going to hell and back. He was the only one I could turn to for the longest time. In return I was the first person he ever opened up to. First person outside of family who he told his middle name to. The one he trusted. I loved this boy only not the same way he loved me. I knew we would be friends forever whether he liked it or not & he told me he would never even trade me for a monkey. I hate to think that just because I couldn’t see him romantically I ruined our whole friendship. He has had a girlfriend for the past three months and he never speaks to me. His girlfriend isn’t comfortable with him talking to someone he felt so strong about. How is it that I lost my best friend? How is it I lost someone so influential on my life? So the reason I keep hank on my bed is because it helps me think that things haven’t changed and that even though he’s content not talking… Hank reminds me that Max Stewart was the best guy friend I’ve ever had in my life.
Sad post. Sorry for the rant.
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Finally watched the retirement press conference. I want to start by saying that any fan of hockey, Wings fan or not, that didn’t tear up over that doesn’t love the sport like they claim. He stated that he’s always been respectful to the media and that he thanks them for returning the favor. I can not see an ounce of lie in that. You can tell the passion and respect he has for the game, his team, Detroit, and his country. The way he choked up talking about his career, his family, his team, just everything. I can’t imagine the NHL losing a member as dignified as Nicky. You can tell he’s just ready to be a family man now and we all have to respect his decision. I feel much better about the retirement after watching the conference.
