My Brother Steve

I grew up in a big Family. There were six kids, Chuck, Steve, twins Shari and Char, me, and Jeff. What fun it was as a little girl to have big brothers. And of course to have a younger one to pick on. When I was pregnant for my first child my brother Steve had a car accident. He was paralyzed and had head injuries. He lived for three years, and then he went off to become the angel we all believed he was.

He had two gorgeous little girls, Tori and Stephanie. They were just Babies when he was hurt. I got an invitation to their wedding today, what memories that conjured up for me. They are having a double wedding, their mother walking them down the isle to the same tune that she and my brother walked to all those years ago.

Steve was the kind of brother every little girl should have. He was 9 years older than me. He raced stock cars, played football, He was strong and smart and wonderful. Not a day goes by that I dont miss him. Saturdays he use to have all his buddies over to wash their cars and he "let me" help. I got to do the insides. Man I thought I was so lucky. And now I know I was. How wonderful to have been allowed to share in his short life.

He was a teacher and a coach when he grew up. He touched so very many lives. Now his daughters are going to be teachers, and they coach. He would of been so very proud of them, I am sure that he is as he looks down from heaven and marvels at the wonderful woman his little girls have become.

I will add to this from time to time, I have wonderful sisters and brothers, so when the spirit hits I will share some stories here. Here is my favorite picture of Steves girls.