A Happy Memory
I would like to share a memory of my brother, who died suddely, in May 06. My Mother, my son and I drove to Calgary to visit Bob in August 05. It turned out to be the last time we saw him alive. I had taken an airmattress for my son to sleep on. The previous summer, Bob's kittens had scratched tiny holes in it, and we had to fill it every night. Bob had an airpump that he was exciited about. He insisted that once the mattress was full, the pump would disengage itself. He kept pumping and pumping until we heard a loud pop. He had blown a huge hole into the the mattress. Bob got out his mending kit, and put glue and a patch on the hole. We put a book on top of the patch, and took turns standing on it for weight. Anyhow, while I was standing on the book, he left the room for a few minutes. When he came back, he, very formally, shook my hand and said "I would like to present you with the award for being the best sister in the world" and he gave me a GPS.