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<\/a>Bob, his wife Linda,their son, daughters, their husbands and two VERY cute grandchildren<\/p><\/div>\n
It is an unfortunate fact that oftentimes in life we don\u2019t let people know how we feel about them until we\u2019re delivering their eulogy.\u00a0 We assume, we presume, we procrastinate.\u00a0 And then we end up saying something to the effect of, \u201cGee, I never told him how I really feel about him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fortunately this will not be the case for my brother Bob. \u00a0Our entire family gathered this past weekend to celebrate his 70th birthday and as all our family gatherings tend to be, it was filled with laughter, good story-telling (mostly true but not always), and some sentimental tears. One of Bob’s daughters arranged for 70 different people to write a tribute to him. As he reads them hopefully he will realize that from the time he was a small boy until today, he has been a much-admired person. \u00a0We should all be so lucky to have an experience such as this.\u00a0 So with your indulgence, my blog today is an edited version of my tribute to Bob\u2026a truly great brother.<\/p>\n
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Dear Bob,<\/p>\n
I can\u2019t believe you are 70 years old today!\u00a0 Boy, you are OLD.\u00a0 But, make no mistake, in very good shape.\u00a0 For your age\u2026and considering that your hips and knees are shot.\u00a0 And we don\u2019t even want to think about your liver.\u00a0 But today we mark this important milestone and let you know how very special you are.\u00a0 I\u2019m sure you will get lots of notes and cards from family and friends to mark this significant birthday.\u00a0 But only one person can tell you what a great big brother you have been \u2013 and that\u2019s me.<\/p>\n
Our relationship started out a bit rocky.\u00a0 After all, I was the interloper who caused you, at age 7, to go from the baby of the family to the middle child.\u00a0 So you did what all big brothers do with pesky younger sisters\u00a0– you figured out ways to torment me.<\/p>\n
As adults, however, we found a lot of common ground.\u00a0\u00a0 We both have a reverence for books and, of course, enjoy writing.\u00a0 But first and foremost is our shared sense of humor.\u00a0 We both think we\u2019re pretty funny, which is good because sometimes other people don\u2019t.\u00a0 Pop was a big influence on us, of course, but you always added a wry spin to a story or took pleasure in the outrageous.\u00a0 I still laugh when I think about the messages you used to leave at my office.\u00a0 Like the one you left when I was well into middle age: \u00a0\u201cPlease tell Suz that her A.A. meeting tonight has been cancelled.\u201d\u00a0 I explained to my secretary, \u201cThat\u2019s just my brother \u2013 he has a very funny sense of humor.\u201d\u00a0 I\u2019m not sure she ever saw me in quite the same way again.<\/p>\n
As I thought about my lifetime of memories with you, there are two stories from our childhood that kept coming back to me.\u00a0 I think that\u2019s because these two stories, of you as a boy, portend the wonderful man you would become.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Jack, Suz and Bob …around 1955.<\/p><\/div>\n
The first story is actually my first memory in life, in 1954 or 55.\u00a0 The three of us were in the backseat of Dad\u2019s station wagon, on our way to Playland at the Beach in San Francisco.\u00a0 As Playland came into sight, you suddenly shot up out of your seat and shouted, \u201cLook!\u00a0 There it is!!\u00a0 We\u2019re here!\u201d\u00a0 I was so surprised by your sudden movement and unbridled enthusiasm that even today the memory of it is fresh.\u00a0 Once there you soaked it all in \u2013 Laughing Sal, the Fun House, the carnival rides and the shooting galleries.\u00a0 You even gave me one of your prizes.\u00a0 On the way home you were completely satisfied – you had been someplace exciting and done something fun.\u00a0 Today, you are still that boy, enthused about travel, excited to go someplace new, and still generous in spirit.<\/p>\n
My second memory is of an event a few years later.\u00a0 I had committed some infraction and was sent up to my room without dinner.\u00a0 I was scared to be alone, but I trudged up the stairs and heaved myself onto my bed, sobbing.\u00a0 A short while later you came to my room, carrying a bowl of soup.\u00a0 I cried on your shoulder, scared to be alone while you were all downstairs eating.\u00a0 Then you noticed that an ant had crawled onto my hand.\u00a0 You watched as it crawled around my fingers and you assured me it would stay with me and be my friend.\u00a0 But you were wrong.\u00a0 My friend in the room that day was you.\u00a0 All throughout your life you have been a good friend to many people, but no one has been more appreciative of your friendship than me.\u00a0 Today, you continue to be thoughtful and caring, especially with children, whether it is through your work at Ronald McDonald House, your CASA companion, or your own grandchildren, Dylan and Emma.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Jack, Suz and Bob – 2013 and we still love each other!<\/p><\/div>\n
All of my life you have been a constant source of support, whether in times of joy or times of trouble, to offer perspective and humor, kindness and help.\u00a0 We are all so lucky \u2013 we three \u2013 to have each other not only as siblings but as friends.\u00a0 To want <\/i>to spend time together and savor each moment.\u00a0 And in part that is due to you, the middle child, the glue that keeps the three parts together.<\/p>\n
As much as I love to write, I will never be able to find the words to adequately express how very much you mean to me.\u00a0 Just know that I love you with all of my heart and that you have been a very positive influence in my life.\u00a0 I am so very lucky to have you as a big brother.<\/p>\n
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