Amazing Man

“What an amazing man.” Words from my reading at Brad’s funeral. Today I want to say it again. I have spent the last two hours going through his book list, seriously going through it. I am only part of the way through it.  In the past, I have glanced and skimmed, but nothing really caught my eye. Today I just wanted to see what he had. I would like to pick out a book or two to read. Well, I started at the top of the list and if the title did not tell me exactly what the book was really about, I typed it into Amazon to see what the book was. The titles are really no indication as to what the book is about. Well now I have a list a mile long already and I want to hop in the car and go get them, right now. I want my hands on them, I want to read them, all, now! Wow, I can see how Patrick got so fired up  about the books. What a collection Brad has. I am sorry Patrick, that we did not have a way to get them to you immediately. It must have been hard to walk away without them, and if there is anything you want out of there, I will send it to you. I am in awe at the  things he filled his mind with. I was in awe from other things, but now I have added the books to my sources of “awe”. If we could have talked more. If he could have taught me all of the things he knew. If I could have just sat and listened. (I know, when does Kristin just sit and just listen!) But he would have had a chance to keep me quiet, with all of that stuff he could tell me about. All that stuff he read and maybe even re-read. What did he think of it? What was his opinion of it?  I feel so robbed. My chance to know this part of my brother is gone. I also feel like such a ****head. What the heck  was I doing not knowing my brother. I somehow, really, did not know my own brother. That is a real feeling of failure.  My whole point to this thing, is read his book list. But don’t judge a book by its title. The titles, in most instances, do not tell a thing about the book. I have used my intelligence in different places. Fine tuned it in different areas that did not really involve books. Throw me out of a plane somewhere, anywhere, and I will survive, fairly well think. But his mind, is amazing to me. He is amazing to me. I feel that anybody, would find books in here that would appeal to them. Wanting to see what he read, and wanting to try to read some of what he did, has opened up that same hunger for knowledge, inside of me, that he seemed to have. Give it a chance. I bet he would be so pleased to share what he knew.