My Brother Jeff

My big brother passed away this morning. I am hurting.

He was everything a little brother could hope for in a big brother that loved watching Three Stooges. Lot's of pies in the face on those special occasions usually with me on the receiving end. We both inherited our father's competitiveness in any kind of sport or game. He taught me to hunt, track, and enjoy the woods. He hugged me every time he saw me lately, even though I think it was uncomfortable for him to hug a guy. I admire him. He had great stories about his time in the army and how to best get out of doing too much work. He had a very thoughtful faith and was not afraid to share it. I look up to my big brother, Jeff. I love him, and will miss him immensely.

Tomorrow I will travel to St. Louis to be with family and attend the funeral. I will be there until next Tuesday. I would greatly appreciate a phone call. I will be at my parents house most of the time.