One week ago, September 29, 2014, marked five years since we lost my brother Jack. I’ve mentioned him many times on this blog, and I will continue to do so. We had him here on this earth for only twenty-six years, but he continues to impact me and my family. I hope we will always keep his memory alive.
My family, like any other family, has it’s issues. But one area we have done a pretty great job in is remembering, celebrating, and yes also mourning, my brother Jack. Every year, we try to do something together on his birthday and on the anniversary of his death. There are always tears shed, but also lots of laughs and hugs and stories. This year, there was also football. My family went down to Houston, TX, where I attended my first ever NFL game, and we watched the Houston Texans play the Buffalo Bills.
My brother, a Midwestern boy who grew up in Iowa and Oklahoma, was somehow a lifelong, loyal Bills fan. So, we went and cheered on his favorite team. It was a great game, and I 100% enjoyed the experience, but the Bills lost. Which really was a fitting tribute to my brother, I guess, since he saw them lose more often than win, and still remained a fan.
All in all, the weekend was amazing. It was filled with love and family and friends and good food and laughter and tears. It was almost just like it would have been if he would have been there with us. Because, really, he was and he is.
Forever in our hearts.
Miss you, Jack.