My Brother, Stephen.
He didn't actually play baseball, he played golf but just had the shirt. Most of his clothes were not his because he lost pretty much everything article of clothing in record time. Then he would just borrow from somebody else and it always swallowed him whole. Shoes... who needs shoes? Those were purposefully lost to drive my mom crazy because he despised wearing shoes and was barefoot all summer long (fortunately he was a lifeguard so it was easy to get away with)
This one pretty much sums up his personality... getting catapulted off the blob at Blue Lake
Loving some Alabama football in the student section with me, I think he was about 16 in this picture.
Wonderful post. You make me miss him too...
ReplyDeleteSuch sweet sentiments, Michele. People we love leave so many memories in our hearts. We cannot help but miss them. Sending my love and thoughts to you today.
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