My brother, John, rocking an O’Doul’s at the Wolf Lake High gathering, June 2013.
I can’t believe I’m doing this again. Writing about another brother gone. It’s almost a week since my big brother, John, passed away, but I’m dating this post the day he died of cardiac arrest after surgery.
“Sal (14) & John (25) Oct-Nov 1975.”
My protector. I didn’t know until a couple of years ago that when Hydra and I first got together, John wrote Hydra a letter explaining that I was someone’s beloved little sister who should be treated with respect.
We were so close for a long time. When he came back from Vietnam I was ten or eleven. He took me to movies and picked me up after basketball games, and talked to me a lot on the drives. He never told me anything scary. I don’t really remember what we talked about, but it was good for both of us.
John helped me develop my taste in movies. He took me to some great films he thought I should see, and to just fun stuff too. Before he went back to Indiana this fall, we saw Live. Die, Repeat (formerly known as The Edge of Tomorrow) together. Probably the last movie he saw in a theater. We loved it.
Can you hear that laugh? I can! At the Wolf Lake High School gathering in 2013. So good to connect with old friends.
He loved nature. He had an artistic eye, which showed in his photography, artwork, and his home in Texas. He was difficult sometimes, but aren’t we all?
On our way to karaoke in Pierceton, IN, June 2013. That was a very good visit. John recited part of The Cremation of Sam McGee.
We talked on the phone at least every week for the past couple of years, if not every day or two. The phone rings around that time of night, and you know what Hydra and I are thinking.
This is who we were in 1987, right before Hydra and I got married. Brian, Joan, Sally, John, Peg and Herb under the maple tree in the front yard.