So in all the crowded confusion of last night, I wasnt able to say something I wrote for my brother. I think he wouldve liked my eulogy so I thought Id share it- so here goes: Al was an Army Veteran, a retired Teamster, and a legendary Jokester. He adored his wife Donna, and daughters Nikki, Krissi and Allie, And he was extremely proud of them. Al was my oldest brother, and kind of, in a way, my first love. I looked up to him- thought he was the coolest. He was funny, loving, protective, full of crazy energy And made me feel special. He taught me how to buy a car- How to drive stick shift. And how to use the F- word as a noun, verb, adjective and adverb. He loved, Loved, music And he loved it LOUD. You could hear him driving down 60th blasting Grand Funk Railroad from his fancy speakers. A favorite memory of mine was driving around one summer night, car full of us singing along to the Cars first album. We shared a love of Jack-in-the-Box tacos- but the Legend of Jack-in-the-Box goes way back... The story I remember is Al tried to order from the drive-up window....without a car. The guy would not take his order, so Al and his cohorts, somehow, ripped the Jack-in-the-Boxes big head off the box and hid it in my parents garage. Al would put that thing on, over his head and prance around outside like a nut!!! Was one of the funniest thing you would ever see Al had a huge heart. He was always there to lend a hand. If you needed anything- he was there. He was the type of guy that would give the shirt off his back. A Master at Trivial Pursuit- Al was one of the smartest people I know. I think He knew his body was not meant to last- Last summer, he Johnny and I were sitting around the table talking diet and health. He asked How many lives do you have? as he held up One finger. One he said and I plan to enjoy mine And boy did he!!!! Its never easy to lose your friend, son, husband, father or brother- but we are raised to believe that our loved one is in a better place and one day we will meet again- I imagine a huge 63rd. Street Reunion. Wrong Boys playing. Al singing loudly. The dance floor crowded! Truth be told, I hadnt talked to Al in a few weeks. I was mad. Im a mix of both brothers, reserved and observant like John. And a boisterous open book like Al. Wed butt heads- hed pull rank. Id get the Big Brother Speil. It wasnt often- but wed argue and it was usually loud. But hed always end it with an I love you sis. The day before he left us, I felt the need to call him- enough of our stubborness. I finally tracked him down around 10pm at the hospital. He was just falling asleep and kind of hazy. Id like to say we had a Hollywood movie kind of moment, but the conversation was jumbled, I couldnt hear him and I dont think he could hear me. So I said I would call him in the morning..... I will miss my Brother. But I will pass on his stories. I will try to tell his jokes. I will give the Bears another chance. AND I will remember the Great Guy that was Al ALL RIGHT CHIEF-Y
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 22:12:50 +0000
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