I'm flat on my back on the floor, arms pinned at the elbows by your knees, a huge wad is floating down towards my face and then sucked back up to your mouth. This, without a doubt, is one of my earliest memories of you, Tim.
Then another very fond memory is when I was about 15 years old. You had bought an old mail truck and converted it into a camper. I don't know how we got mom and dad's permission, but you, Becky and I ventured out on a two-week trip to the west coast. It was truly a once-in-a-lifetime experience, and one I will never forget.
As we got older, you have always been an inspiration to me of the "never give up" attitude. As my big brother, I have looked up to you and seen you walk the talk spiritually, without being "religious" about it. I have great respect for you and pray that this milestone birthday is one of your best.
One more memory I need to remind you about. The summer after your 50th birthday, we had the joy of boating with you to Lake Michigan. The kids all wanted to run to the top of a sand dune and of course you and I were right with them. When we were huffing and puffing a bit, the kids were calling you an old man. I will never forget your response to them: "after your 50th, we'll come back here and see how well you do climbing the dunes!" Even at 60, I don't think I could keep up with you even now!
God bless you, Tim. It is a joy and an honor to be your little brother!
Steve
