Monday, March 25, 2013
Hopping on the B.T. Express
We're up to 16 years since Robes' brain tumor diagnosis. I took this photo the day after I flew to Florida to help out. It was Easter Sunday--he was the bishop and supposed to give a talk in church. Instead, he ended up in the hospital that day and in surgery two days later. He lived 18 months and 3 days from the day of his diagnosis.
I'm convinced he'd still be a hot-shot sports writer with a famous blog or TV gig and I would still be his proud (favorite) sister. I miss so many things about him every day.