There’s one thing I never joke about. I never joke about wanting any other parents other than the ones I have. My Dad and Mom are two of the best people I know. I believe that God puts people in your life for a reason. He knew that without my parents I can’t survive the challenges I’m going through.
I wrote about my mom last Mother’s Day so it’s Dad’s turn today.
It’s hard to put down into words how much I love and appreciate my dad. I don’t think I’m that good of a writer to do him justice. Since it’s Father’s Day though I thought I’d try at least.
No! This is not about Apple’s legendary founder. I’m writing about the only Steve I love more than Steve Jobs. Much more.
One of the reasons I made it this far in life was due to my brother Steve. I’m the eldest of what is technically four children. Two of my brother’s passed away. One died from a miscarriage and the other one died when he was two days old.
Steve is my only living brother. He was born four years younger than me. I’m supposed to be the elder brother but growing up it didn’t feel like it. Sure when we were kids I was the boss of him but that didn’t last long.