Wednesday, April 21, 2021
Bri,
You were the most caring person I have ever known. People you loved knew it. Hanau, Germany, 1983ish. Your sisters, your mom, you, and I left our work to go to Fasching in one of the little towns near Hanau. Even though I felt crummy, your mom had a way of talking people into doing things. I remember your face like it was yesterday, and I quickly understood the nickname "Bam-Bam." You were a Flinstone come to life.
After we left the parade, your mom insisted that I come to y'all's house for dinner. I was too sick to argue much. You took care of me. You sat with me as we rode out to your house. When we got there, you and your sisters gave me the grand tour. Then I needed a nap. You took me into the conversation pit, sat me in a chair. The next thing I recall is someone waking me and finding you asleep on my lap. You did not want me to go home after dinner. That night, you became my little brother.
You always gave the best hugs. So many times over the years, I wished you lived closer so I could take advantage of that. (Not to mention the back cracking that always went with it. Who needed a chiropractor?)
I hope you found my dogs up there waiting on you. There are a bunch of them. Do NOT believe anything they tell you! I never once allowed a dog to starve or made one sleep out in the cold. If they talk about my cold feet, that is true. They could only know that if they were under the covers.
I miss you, little brother. I wish we had more time. Always remember that I love you.
Be at peace.
Your big brother,
William
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