I would like to start off by apologizing for not writing a blog for so long.
My brother (and only sibling) passed away suddenly on Sunday (April 8th) without any warning. He suffered a hemorrhagic stroke, and his untimely death was pretty much instantaneous. He was only 53 years old.
I have (understandably) been in a state of shock for the last several days… and while I have been watching TV to try to keep my mind occupied on something other than crying, every show has sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher. I haven’t been able to fully absorb any of the news happening lately, let alone blog about it.
It took me quite a few days, but I think I am finally at the point where I can talk about it, and start getting things somewhat back to normal (or as close to that, as possible.) So while I have your attention, let me introduce you to my brother, and show you one of my fondest memories of him.
This was a picture taken of me and my brother having a snowball fight, on a glacier at Glacier National Park. To the best of my recollection, I was around 9 1/2 years old, and my brother was almost 16. (There was 6 1/2 years between us.)
My favorite part about this picture isn’t that I have a rather large snowball already formed and ready to throw, as my smile might suggest. Rather, the best part about this picture, is that my brother was wearing a Kentucky hat. That was the true “essence” of my brother. If you had anything to say about the University of Kentucky, or Kentucky basketball, he was ALL EARS, and he could talk for hours on the subject. Long after graduating from UK, he was also the President of the University of Kentucky fan club in Orlando, FL for a while. Go Wildcats!
He kept in touch with MANY of his friends from UK, and some of them are expected to attend his funeral on Tuesday. In fact, some of his friends from childhood are expected to attend as well. His ability to remain in close touch with friends that he had known for years, as well as form bonds with friends that were relatively new, was simply amazing.
I loved my brother very much. Growing up, he was my hero. And even though we grew somewhat apart as we got older, mostly due to his alcoholism, I always knew that my big brother would “have my back” no matter what. It’s hard to describe in words how much I miss him.
So rest easy with the angels, big brother, and please know that you are deeply loved, and deeply missed. You’ll always be my hero.
p.s. I fully intend to return to blogging about political stuff very soon, it just may take a while to get back in the groove, so to speak. Grief is strange and confusing and overwhelming and frustrating and painful at times, and it helps to talk. To all who read this entire blog, THANK YOU for listening. 🙂