Today is my baby brothers birthday. My sister and I wanted him named little Willie but our parents were discerning enough to name him Lynn. He was a daredevil from the get go. If it moved, he wanted to drive it and he wanted to drive it as fast and reckless as possible. I always thought he would get killed on a four wheeler. I never saw it in person, but I saw videos of him jumping one over long distances. He was most himself while flying through the air with his hair in the wind. He would have been 54 this year. Unbelievable! He died in 1997 with his youngest son Ethan. It was Ethans fourth birthday I think. Lynns water trucks brakes went out and at the bottom of the hill their time on this earth was over. I never tried to be especially close to him due to our age difference, my ministry and the raising of my own three boys. Frankly, I thought we had lots of time to do that in the future. In fact, as I think back, I cant say I ever intentionally went back home just to see him. I always knew he would be around at my parents and I would see him there. I took way too much for granted. Also, it wasnt until after he died that I realized in the things he had said over the years that he wanted a closer relationship and I just wasnt available. I didnt realize that there would not be time. I was too busy then. When we got older there would be more time. That was a lie. So happy birthday brother! I hope there is a future for us. A time and place to catch up. I promise I will be paying more attention then. Love you!
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 20:51:25 +0000
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