One of the tough things about getting old is that some of my best friends and family have died off, many times giving me no advance notice. It’s not as if my brother, Eddie, who died on Christmas day of 2010, passed on to someone else our early boyhood adventures.
When I was a little kid, Eddie put me up on the handlebars of his Schwinn bike and zoomed down the steep Curtiss Street hill in Ames, Iowa. I mean we were flying! I’ve been on dozens of roller coasters in my life, but that mix of fear, excitement and trust remain unmatched.
I’d like to share that moment with my big brother today…but I can’t.