Every (damn) Day

Every (damn) day I miss Steve.  The holidays just make me miss him more.  Every year Steve wrote a Christmas letter.  He would take one word and write a paragraph that started with a letter from the word.  This year Polly wrote a beautiful letter using the word “traditions”.  It was a great way to honor Steve, so thank you Polly.  I know this was not an easy thing to do.

Every (damn) day as the holidays approach, I find myself feeling more and more vulnerable.  When making the Christmas calendar for my parents this year (oops, that’s a secret…don’t tell mom and dad) I was often distracted by pictures of Steve.  The memories the pictures evoked whisked me away and I found myself floundering.  They are all happy memories, but also reminders we won’t be able to create new memories of Steve, with Steve.

Every (damn) day I carry Steve with me (right here I could say, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother” but I won’t).  He is tucked into my heart, and my purse.  Yes, my purse.  The coral heart Becky gave us all to hold the day we said good-bye to Steve, the fishing flies (kept in a butterfly container so I don’t poke myself rummaging in my purse).  I also keep the memorial pamphlet and the letter I had Greg read at the service. 

I read these often to remind myself how much laughter was part of Steve’s life.  I cry but I also laugh remembering what a personality he had.  I will need to remind myself of this often in the next week or so.  If he could he would make us laugh and laugh often.  Especially when the tears start to show.  Steve had a way of not letting people take themselves too seriously.  I need a little of that right now.

So here’s to you Steve. My good-bye letter that Greg read for me at the service in February.   Greg described it as a love letter to my brother.  That doesn’t sound the least bit creepy.

I have been doing a lot of writing about Steve the last few days, one would think I am out of things to say.  Anyone who knows me will know I always have something else to say.

Sometimes when someone passes everyone talks about how wonderful and perfect the person was.  So let me start by saying Steve teased me constantly, tricked me over and over (I fell for the same prank more than once), knew exactly what buttons to push, and he was hugely competitive sometimes he would do anything to win.  He hated to lose to anyone especially his youngest sister and we had to play Boggle with a dictionary to catch the words he would make up.  When he realized he would never win that game he refused to play. 

Now that I have that out in the open, let me say Steve was wonderful and perfect.  He took me fishing even though he knew I would talk the entire time and scare the fish away.  When I was 15 he took me to college with him where I spent my spring break attending classes.  I did not know how much I would love that, but he knew I would.  When I was 18 and he was 26 he took me with him to one of his baseball tournaments in Eastern Washington.  When we got back I got sick and he stayed on the floor with me for three days and brought me anything I needed.  He always made me laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

We watched some videos of Steve this weekend and I was reminded of how vibrant he was, how much making others laugh and be happy was important to him.  I believe Steve showed how he loved others by his actions…baking, making us laugh, teaching us to fish, and remembering little details about us.  How hard these last few months must have been for him as some of these avenues slipped away from him.  How hard it must have been for him to watch our hearts break when he spent his whole life making us laugh.  But he never lost his sense of humor, making us laugh till the end, despite our tears.

We honor Steve with stories, memories and laughter.  Polly, Maddie and Kellen will have no doubts how much Steve is loved and missed.  Polly brought out the best in Steve and I see many pieces of Steve in Maddie and Kellen.   They embody many of Steve’s qualities and will find their own way to pass on his legacy. 

There are so many things I do not know about my brother.  In this last year I got to meet him many times over through how other people see him.  

I am proud to be his sister.  He is beautiful.

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