Remembering my Brother
My memories of Skip are so vivid. Fishing in the creek with him, checking his traps with him, playing golf in the cow field, with a tuna fish can as the hole and crochet rackets as the golf clubs!
He taught me how to make bow and arrows and we would go hunting for birds and wild animals! I'm pretty sure we never hit anything except a tree now and then, (If we were lucky)!
I would play catch with him in the back yard warming him up for his baseball games. (He was the pitcher of the team)
And that field where we played golf.....there was a bull in that field, usually up the hill, but this one time I remember the bull saw us and came charging toward us, and Skip, being the protective brother that he was, yelled, " get out of the field, the bull is coming", that was as he was running to the nearest tree and climbing up it! I on the other hand was not very old and had to run for my dear life to make it to safety on the other side of the electric fence! Oh the good memories!
I also remember as we were older, my Dad and Skip had Motorcycles and we would go for rides on them. My Mom would ride with my Dad and I would ride with Skip. I always enjoyed those days. We lived a very good life as children.
We were very fortunate that we had wonderful loving parents.
Yesterday would have been my brother's 57th birthday. (May 27th, 2006) It has been almost 10 months since he died, and there has hardly been a day gone by that I haven't thought of him. I still miss him like it was yesterday. I'll always have those memories and so many more that will let me smile along with the tears of sorrow.
I love you Skip.
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