When you are growing up – at least in my case – you look up to someone.
That person to me was my older brother – by ten years.
My sister was 15 years older – and I really do not remember –
much of her being home – although she took care of me
those first three years of my life along with my grandma
as both my parents were working.
I was sort of the second coming of the family –
and then almost four years later – my younger brother Mike.
But the thing I remember is my older brother Roger.
He was “COOL” as they said back then –
and quite the ladies man – his nickname I later found out –
across the upper portion of his H.S. varsity jacket –
was ” Anyface” !
I was told many a story about him from his friends
and I would hang out on the fringes – when they were all around.
He had a club in our basement – in the backroom –
and he had drawn pictures of Disney cartoons on the wall
and painted them – Chip and Dale – Mickey Mouse – Donald Duck.
And they were really lifelike.
I do not know why and I think they are still there.
He would put boxing gloves on me –
and I would wail away at him or his friends
they – the gloves – were bigger than me
back then I was skinny – so much so –
my Mom would not let me take my shirt off
as she said people would think she was starving me!
Somewhere – he is looking down – that smile on his face-
When he went away to college – I moved into his front of the house room.
This was Rogers room I would think – and I was excited
for he was MY HERO!
I would ask Mom – did you get a letter? Is he going to call?
Will he be coming home?
I could not wait to see him.
And that continued even after I grew up and moved on.
I would always ask those questions of her.
When he did come back home – it was a occasion.
A celebration – dinners – laughing and story telling.
And then – the last twelve years of his life –
once again we became close – very close.
We talked at least once a week and we would go and see him.
Once he came here – and a couple times back home in Eldred Pa.
When my mom and sister were still alive.
He was my Hero in early life and continued to the day he passed.
I regret that we could not spend more time together
he wanted us to move to Florida and live with him.
But – life gets in the way.
I feel good because the last four years of his life
we spent 9 weeks each Winter with him
In The Villages – Florida – doing some golf -sipping some brews –
laughing and remembering –
those were the best of times I shall always cherish
Thank you for reading Papa’s World
My brother was my hero growing up
and to the day he was gone – still was
and today I think of him often
Hero’s are rare – once in a lifetime
I was fortunate to have had him.
Thank you Roger for all the good times.
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