A year has passed. My dad did a great blog of our day 2/18/2012…so rather than compete with my dad (hard not to do, we are a competitive bunch) and recreate the day myself, here is a link to his blog post (Just between you and me, I would probably win. Not that we are competing or anything, and it is not like I have to win. It is just better that I do. His ego is big enough already, we have to keep him in his place. Mom needs all the help she can get.)
I usually write a post and re-write it over several days before I actually post it. And as some of my subscribers know, I post and then usually make changes almost immediately. This is the first one I wrote and posted in the same day, so if it jumps around some, that is my excuse.
When asked how many siblings I have, I say 3. I still have 3. Will always have 3. No amount of time will make that number decrease. I find it is hard to refer to Steve in the past tense. When I talk about him words like “used to” or “had” don’t sound right. Nor does adding “ed” to words make any sense. I don’t say “I loved him” because the love never stopped. I love him. Simple.
To me he still is. He IS a fisherman, an athlete, brother, son, husband, father, friend, baker, prankster, promoter, cousin, uncle, nephew, brother-in-law, son-in-law, story-teller, shit starter (yes, I went there…you all know it is true).
And teacher. There are so many ways he still teaches, not only us but people he just met for a brief moment and people he never met. I am touched over and over by how much he impacts others. Makes me realize we don’t often know what others will remember about our interactions. Probably not how our hair looks (Yes, have to mention the hair. It is always on my mind, no pun intended.) Or whether our shoes matched, and I don’t mean match the outfit, but match each other (I don’t know how I made it out the door with two different shoes. In my mind I told Steve about my shoes and heard him laugh and laugh. That laughter, though only in my head, was worth looking like a fool for a day). Maybe people will remember our witty comments, or sarcastic remarks. Hopefully we will be remembered for our compassion, generosity, and heartfelt kindness that surprises the giver as much as it surprises the receiver…we don’t always know what we are capable of till we reach beyond our comfort zone (I know you will like that one dad, you risk taker you).
And Steve is still full of surprises. Visiting us when we think we are alone or when we dream. Sometimes startling us, sometimes making us laugh. Sometimes just calling out our name, maybe to remind us we not as alone as it feels. He still tries to comfort us the only way he now can…even if it freaks us out a little. Actually, he probably likes that he makes us jump every now and then.
He is all he ever was, but I don’t think he is all he will ever be. Holly found an article written about him in April 2010. A man commented on the article in November 2010 after having sat by Steve during a flight back from Hawaii. A total stranger, but after having spent 5 hours next to Steve this man states he “is a better person from having met Steve”. Five hours and this man was touched by Steve. Most people don’t leave that kind of impression after 5 years.
That kind of magic never fades, and I am oh so proud every day to be his sister. (Sorry to those who have to keep hearing me brag…just kidding, I actually am not sorry because I am going to keep doing it. You have been warned.)
A few bragging articles:
http://www.flintofts.com/ This is still available, including the guest book comments