June so I’m starting to light candles for my brother. a heli-rappeler. into rampant forest fires. and I think about how I let him go. every summer. the most precious person. without a fight. and he comes back. stronger. surer. happier. from the fires. there’s something there.
he’s going to hate that I’m yapping about him.
…but not as much as he’s gonna hate that I’m sharing this picture:
blue wrist thing is his identification tag. don’t think about that too long. He had me teach him how to sew buttons on his pants for those suspenders. Took him five hours. Those buttons are never coming off.
He’s stubborn as hell and he chews tobacco. Maybe in that picture even.
-I’m glad of him figuring out a way to combine his talents and his joy in service. I light a candle for him. In prayer. To the fire. And I think of all the other people who risk themselves to serve us all. And the families that keep vigil. And I feel just how fragile and precious we are. At the end of the day.
ps. seriously. I can totally tell that you have a “chew” in -in this years crew photo. bad & nasty form bro.
<3. and there IS tobacco in that pic. we may have to plot to get him home a few days. I have a snake with his name on it.
Naturally, I say: all hail the smoke daddys.
You’ve always got to set men free to do what they need to do. It’s like….rule number one in the life rule book.
Love this post.