Today is my brother’s birthday. Well, by the time I post this blog entry, it will no longer be his birthday where he is, but who’s counting? It is, as they say, the thought that counts.
Mark always was a snappy dresser.
I’m sure I’ve written about him before, but I miss him a lot. He’s stationed in Norway, after only one year living locally; I do wish I’d made better use of that time. We played some games and Laser-Tag together, and celebrated various holidays with him and his family, but it wasn’t quite enough. At the time, we had hoped he might choose to retire here, maybe after a three- or four-year tour at Fort Lewis, and so it didn’t seem so urgent that we see each other right now.
Mark sure looks young (and shaggy) in this picture (left), from our wedding.
Mark has been a good brother to me; I frequently encourage my boys to be good brothers ‘like Uncle Mark was to me’. He protected me, encouraged me, taught me things, played with me, went ahead of me into various unknowns (jobs, schools, etc.) and loved me enough to sacrifice his interests on my behalf hundreds of times.
He never would share the machine-gun, though.
Happy Birthday, beloved brother.
Tim
In every way, Tim, I have heard your love for your brother Mark. It’s not just in THIS blog. It’s in your heart.
Yea!!
Have a great Friday. Happy B.day to you, Mark.
Love, Aunt Kate
Ha! I was just starting to question whether that could really be your brother until I got to the end. Not sharing the machine-gun is quite the brotherly thing to do!
Will the whole family be coming to the CIT meeting this Sunday?? We are competing to see who gives the weirdest ‘white dodo bird’ present. Have a jolly day!