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Subject: My Brother Author: Ben Summey [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 13:04:19 09/15/05 Thu John Summey was my brother and my friend and I could not have asked for a better one in either case. I always knew I could ask John to help me with anything, anytime and he would be there no questions asked. They say that only the good die young and unfortunately. this is another case of that. Growing up with John was an experience that I was extremely lucky to have. When he got that silly grin on his face you always knew something off the wall was coming, but you could never, ever guess what it was gonna be. But you could bet it was gonna be something funny. We didn't have a lot of money to spend when we were growing up and John and I had to keep each other entertained most of the time. I wonder how many times we went out to the old basketball goal when we were kids; and how many games of one on one and HORSE we played. And how many free throw competitions we had. We played so much there was no grass anywhere around our 'basketball court' in the yard. And I think every time we ever went out to throw the baseball in the yard he would wind up eventually throwing it into the big wild rosebush over at the edge of the fence and we'd get scratched up and bloody trying to get it out. But we would always get it back out somehow and then repeat the process all over again. And every time I would see him, right up to the present, he would always greet me by saying 'How's it going Sport?" We started calling each other Sport about 30 years ago. It was just a silly thing we picked up off an old Bill Cosby comedy album. But somehow it stayed with us all this time. It's sad to think that I will never hear that again. I love you John. And I miss you too. You might have gone on ahead but we'll meet up again someday. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]