First, let me say thank you to those who paid the ultimate price for our freedoms. Your sacrifices will never be forgotten.
That said, I always have an extra bit of remembering to do at this time every year. Douglas James Pesek was born on 5/29/62 in Portland, Oregon. He was my brother and one of the finest men you'd ever meet.
Doug was loyal to a fault with both friends and family. He was a rock climber, paraglider pilot, whitewater kayaker a disc golf player and the supervisor of a framing crew that made large commercial wood framed buildings. But he lived to go deer hunting with his family. Told more than one job he was going hunting and if they still wanted him when he got back then fine. Otherwise, he'd find another job. The job was always waiting when he got back.
He was kind and generous and easygoing. He had a smile for everyone he met. He never caused a single person harm. He loved classic rock, coffee in a glass, tie dyed shirts and his '66 Chevrolet pickup. He ate way too much candy and smoked too many Camel straights.
Doug was diagnosed with leukemia in April of '12. By August of '13, he was gone. He handled his illness and the brutal treatments with class, dignity and a composure that the rest of us couldn't believe. The nurses on the cancer ward said they never heard so much laughter on their floor. In the middle of his fight, when things were dark, he said he was planning to volunteer on the kids cancer ward when he got better.
He was my conscience, my guide, my mentor, my confidant, my hunting partner, my mechanic, my brother and my friend and I miss him every day. So, on Monday, when I hoist a glass in remembrance of those who fought and died for this country, I'm gonna remember my brother as well. If you feel like it, I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same.
Douglas James Pesek, RIP and I'll see you soon enough.
That said, I always have an extra bit of remembering to do at this time every year. Douglas James Pesek was born on 5/29/62 in Portland, Oregon. He was my brother and one of the finest men you'd ever meet.
Doug was loyal to a fault with both friends and family. He was a rock climber, paraglider pilot, whitewater kayaker a disc golf player and the supervisor of a framing crew that made large commercial wood framed buildings. But he lived to go deer hunting with his family. Told more than one job he was going hunting and if they still wanted him when he got back then fine. Otherwise, he'd find another job. The job was always waiting when he got back.
He was kind and generous and easygoing. He had a smile for everyone he met. He never caused a single person harm. He loved classic rock, coffee in a glass, tie dyed shirts and his '66 Chevrolet pickup. He ate way too much candy and smoked too many Camel straights.
Doug was diagnosed with leukemia in April of '12. By August of '13, he was gone. He handled his illness and the brutal treatments with class, dignity and a composure that the rest of us couldn't believe. The nurses on the cancer ward said they never heard so much laughter on their floor. In the middle of his fight, when things were dark, he said he was planning to volunteer on the kids cancer ward when he got better.
He was my conscience, my guide, my mentor, my confidant, my hunting partner, my mechanic, my brother and my friend and I miss him every day. So, on Monday, when I hoist a glass in remembrance of those who fought and died for this country, I'm gonna remember my brother as well. If you feel like it, I'd appreciate it if you'd do the same.
Douglas James Pesek, RIP and I'll see you soon enough.
