Fifty-one years ago today, my big brother Chris was born. Twenty years ago this month, he lost his battle with cancer.
I’m not here to lament his passing though. I don’t feel like being sad. I want to celebrate his life, as short as it was and celebrate the person he was and the person he was going to become.
My life is richer for his presence in it.
My dreams broader
My heart more full
And my imagination and creativity endless.
I would sit with him for hours on end listening to his mind weave tales of alternate universes, string theory and quantum theory. Not like I ever really understood fully, but the simple idea that he took his time to talk about physics the way he did with me was a treasure.
His boy’ish attitude was at times a delight and others…well, we all know the trouble that boys tend to get into.
And it’s not like we didn’t have our disagreements, our terrible interruptions in siblingship, but we always found a way back to each other, hugging and laughing like nothing had happened.
This was my brother, my friend, my pal.
Until we meet again, Christopher Paul…in that alternate universe you’ve found.
I hope they have Fat Tire where you are, Chris. This one’s for me… 😉