Day 69
Must’ve been the exams. Must’ve been. Yesterday was my brother’s birthday, and though I was cognizant of the fact that he turned 28 (and I did remember to call him), I completely forgot to write a blog entry for him, as has been my tradition for other Special People. Reminds me of the time we forgot Mother’s Day. Mom remembered, of course, but the rest of us. . .well, let’s not go there.
So, Luke. Or Luka, as I call him (the Swahili name just stuck). He’s my big brother, the only big brother I got. And we are about as different as two siblings can be. He’s laid back and easy going – one of those go with the flow types. I’m not. He’s a person of few words. I’m not. (This can be unfortunate at times.)
When we were younger, our differences seemed to outweight our similarities. Now it’s the other way around. We’ve gained a lot of respect for each other. Two of the things that bring us together are my broken computers (yeah, plural) and our love for Philly sports teams . . .
Luke is a whiz with computers. There have been several times I have been on the phone with him trying to figure out weird error messages and whether or not I should just dump the thing. He is kind and very patient with my ignorance. And one time he even bought a broken computer off me, fixed it up, and kept using it. Quite the impressive feat.
Both of us are big Phillies and Eagles fans – when the Eagles made it to the Super Bowl a couple years back, it was Luka I called first. I was surrounded by rabid Packer fans eager for the Eagles’ demise, so it was great to have an ally, even several hundred miles away. One time when I was unable to watch a playoff game, he text-messaged me the score every little while. It’s fun to be able to share that with him. Now if only I can get him to come out to Wisconsin so we can go cheer on the Brew Crew at Miller Park. Hint hint.
Until then, Luka (or more likely, until July), happy belated birthday. Thanks for you kindness to me, your generosity, and your encouragement. I love you!
Made for Eternity 
Thanks Katie for not going there with the Mother’s Day story…We managed to remember this year–even though we are in Kenya!
Love ya!
Dad