You hear it all the time. People who worship celebrities and sports figures. "I wanna be like Mike." They dress like them, talk like them and act like them in an attempt to actually be them. Not me.
My example is closer to home. My brother, Doug, would have been 61 this week. Leukemia took him 10 years ago, come August. He played harder than anyone I've ever known and he worked even harder. He caused harm to no man and met most with a pleasant smile. He almost invariably did the right thing.
I never laughed as much with anybody else as I did with him. We just got each other's humor. If I had something serious to talk to him about, we would go in his garage and sit on upside down 5 gal. buckets. Many a time I left his house with a sore butt and a much clearer mindset.
I miss him every day and I strive to be like him. Most days I fail miserably. But I keep trying. I hope I can be half the man he was.
So, this evening, if you're not too busy, I ask that you raise a glass to one of the finest men I ever knew. A cup of joe is fine, too, he loved his coffee.
RIP Doug. I'll be waiting for our next bucket talk.
My example is closer to home. My brother, Doug, would have been 61 this week. Leukemia took him 10 years ago, come August. He played harder than anyone I've ever known and he worked even harder. He caused harm to no man and met most with a pleasant smile. He almost invariably did the right thing.
I never laughed as much with anybody else as I did with him. We just got each other's humor. If I had something serious to talk to him about, we would go in his garage and sit on upside down 5 gal. buckets. Many a time I left his house with a sore butt and a much clearer mindset.
I miss him every day and I strive to be like him. Most days I fail miserably. But I keep trying. I hope I can be half the man he was.
So, this evening, if you're not too busy, I ask that you raise a glass to one of the finest men I ever knew. A cup of joe is fine, too, he loved his coffee.
RIP Doug. I'll be waiting for our next bucket talk.