I hate blogs. I don't even understand why I have decided to write this one. But, as it is possible that Stu had some friends out there in "cyberspace" that might have checked in with this site to read his... uhm... amusing turns of phrase, it seems fitting that I compose this.
Stu was an interesting brother. He kept me on my toes. Scratching at my chicken pox and laughing when he came down with them; purposefully playing with rabid animals because he was interested by the idea of mouth foam; climbing radio towers to see the sunset; base jumping. You name the adventure and he did it. He was scared of nothing. Except pickles.
I don't know why there was a pickle on his sandwich. He always requests that they be left off.
He was still cracking jokes in the hospital bed, lying there red and swollen like a berry.
I think deep down he really enjoyed it.
God speed, Stu. God speed.
Posted by StuR on August 28, 2007 03:06 PM | Permalink