Eric was my cousin, my brother
I was born six weeks before him. He was my "brother" before my brother was born. And just like brothers we played, fought, tattled on each other and got in trouble together. We grew up together in a wonderful supportive family of aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins.
We even had the opportunity to hunt together.
Strangley enough growing up, I was raised in a hunting family and its all I've ever known. I was envious of him growing up because he had the cool MX bikes, rock posters in his room and even got to go to concerts. Later on in life he confessed he was envious of me, for how I was raised in a hunting family.
We he told me of his diagnosis I kept putting a positive spin on everything to help keep his spirits up and outlook strong. I never let a day pass that I didnt reach out to him and see how he was feeling. Often I would try to invite him and Kelly out of the house to "just get out" and get their minds off of the situation. I managed to suceed a few times. I Thank God everyday for the time I had with my brother.
I know he had concerns about all of this and he told me how he truly felt.
I assured him anyone would have the same concerns as him in his position.
I tried my best to give him everything I had for support to bring him through this, because I wanted him to beat this. We were planning a goose hunt for this fall and as always he offered to take me to his Sonora deer lease.
I keep looking at the conversations we texted back and forth, remember the phone calls
and times hanging out with him just taking about our kids, wives, dogs, hunting and getting old. He had a heart of gold under that coarse exterior he would often put up, but I consider myself to be blessed to have grown up with such a great man and him to be blood to me.
I'll see you on the other side my brother, just know I miss you.
But I will smile knowing God received a tremendous gift when you arrived.
#F@#KCANCER
I was born six weeks before him. He was my "brother" before my brother was born. And just like brothers we played, fought, tattled on each other and got in trouble together. We grew up together in a wonderful supportive family of aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins.
We even had the opportunity to hunt together.
Strangley enough growing up, I was raised in a hunting family and its all I've ever known. I was envious of him growing up because he had the cool MX bikes, rock posters in his room and even got to go to concerts. Later on in life he confessed he was envious of me, for how I was raised in a hunting family.
We he told me of his diagnosis I kept putting a positive spin on everything to help keep his spirits up and outlook strong. I never let a day pass that I didnt reach out to him and see how he was feeling. Often I would try to invite him and Kelly out of the house to "just get out" and get their minds off of the situation. I managed to suceed a few times. I Thank God everyday for the time I had with my brother.
I know he had concerns about all of this and he told me how he truly felt.
I assured him anyone would have the same concerns as him in his position.
I tried my best to give him everything I had for support to bring him through this, because I wanted him to beat this. We were planning a goose hunt for this fall and as always he offered to take me to his Sonora deer lease.
I keep looking at the conversations we texted back and forth, remember the phone calls
and times hanging out with him just taking about our kids, wives, dogs, hunting and getting old. He had a heart of gold under that coarse exterior he would often put up, but I consider myself to be blessed to have grown up with such a great man and him to be blood to me.
I'll see you on the other side my brother, just know I miss you.
But I will smile knowing God received a tremendous gift when you arrived.
#F@#KCANCER
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