If you’ve known me for a while, then you have heard me talk about my brother Bill before. He was killed in a drunk driving wreck at the age of 18.
Today would have been his 55th birthday.
It’s hard for me to imagine him as an adult. In my mind, he’s forever 18. I try to think sometimes about what he would be like now, if he’d lived. What would he look like now? What kind of dad, grandpa, uncle, would he have been? I imagine he would have been an uncle kind of like my son Josh. Funny, a pest, and always picking playfully on the kids. As a dad/grandfather, I imagine him as my dad. Easygoing most of the time, but you do not want to make him mad. My kids still talk about the only time they ever saw their Papa mad.
So let me end this with my usual reminder. Please do not drive under the influence of alcohol or drugs.