December 11, 2012 was the day leukemia beat my brother. I still can’t really believe he’s gone and that I won’t see him again in this life.
If he had a favorite book I’d feature it here today in his honor, but he wasn’t much of a reader. He read for his work, but those are definitely not general-interest material. He wasn’t into watching sports, so no sports book in his memory, and while he participated in lots of sports and other athletic events, most of them were of the karate / mountain biking / skiing / I-don’t-even-know-what-all-else realm, and I haven’t read any books related to those activities.
Instead I’ll highlight a pretty calendar from his adopted state. He moved there after he graduated from college and loved living there. I’m thinking about getting this to hang on my wall next year; I just can’t decide if the frequent reminders of him would be a good thing or not.