It has been a while since I have written anything down here but I think it’s about time. Today would have been my brother Bob’s 50th birthday and he has been on my mind all day. He was born two days before I had my first birthday. Being so close in age we shared many things. We shared a room, we shared a birthday party and we even got in trouble together many times. To be honest he was better than me at just about everything that little boys found important. He was faster, he could climb trees like a monkey and he was fearless. I can remember than mom put us in swimming lessons when we were in 1st or 2nd grade and Bob was the youngest one to go off of the high diving board. He was also extremely talented. He could draw anything. Back in those days in the back of the magazines there was an ad for an art school with a cartoon character. It promised that if you drew the picture and sent it in they would send you information about the school. Every time he free-handed it flawlessly. He put model cars together with skill and they looked just like the picture on the box. He could have been an artist. Maybe that is why he was so complex. He was gifted and brilliant and yet he was always seeking approval. He did things that were difficult to explain or understand, both positive and negative. He was generous almost to a fault and would spend long hours helping people who needed it. In high school and college I really had no clue what I wanted to do with my life but not Bob. He figured out early that he wanted to be a mechanic and he did whatever it took to make that happen including becoming the first person in our family to graduate from college. And I may be biased but I believe he was the best mechanic I ever knew. Although there are others that probably knew him better toward the end of his life I knew him in a unique way. I am glad to say that I saw him when he was at his best but I also saw him at some of his worst moments.
He loved his family although I don’t think he always knew how to show it. I know he struggled with some things and I felt as though there was nothing I could do to help. If he was still here today I would simply tell him I was proud of him and everything he accomplished. There is an old saying that sometimes you don’t realize what you have until it is gone. We take so much for granted. People and the time you have with them is so precious, don’t ever take it for granted.
I miss you brother.