Future and practice eulogy.

This is my tenth post in a row and this post is also getting started before 11:30 pm, I'll try not to break my arm patting myself on the back.

I've been thinking about this blog quite a bit and how to make it better, one suggestion was to not be so random.  What I'm thinking about doing is making multiple blogs; one about politics, one about random stuff and one about whatever in a non random way.  That way I can keep up with my personal goal of at least one post a day on whichever site and of course using the other blogs to mention it.  Any suggestions will always be heard.

One of my brothers (Bryan) is mentally retarded (MR) and is declining in health quite rapidly.  About a year ago I realized that I needed to write a eulogy and an obituary for him before it was too late.  This is my rough draft of the eulogy, let me know what you think.

Back in 2010 I realized I needed to write a eulogy for my mother.  That's not something anyone wants to do.  And then it was too late.  That's when I realized I needed to do one for Bryan.  I was hoping this eulogy would tell the people that didn't know Bryan that well just how wonderful and vibrant he was.  Let's see how I did.

Bryan had a way of looking at things that kind of cut to the heart of the situation...When I was eleven or twelve I found out that Bryan wanted to buy a Playboy magazine.  I figured if he did he would get caught and I would get in trouble.  So I figured I could fix this problem by lying to Bryan.  I told him "You can't buy the magazine, you have to be 25 to buy them."  Problem solved, or so I thought.  The very next day my father was talking to my mother about why was Bryan saying he was 25?

My parents were cheap, my mother would buy t-shirts, cut them up into rags and stuff them in a big dispenser box.  When Sherrie bought the business she did the same thing.  One time she's stuffing the box, a tedious and monotonous chore, and she thinks "Bryan needs something to do".  She calls him over and gives him the job.  Bryan puts a few handfuls into the small opening and thinks to himself:  "This is silly."  He then proceeds to open the rag box and pour the rags into the big opening.

An employee of my parents, Otto, was telling us about another employee.  This guy was shaking Bryan's hand and squeezing it to the point where Bryan was in pain.  Otto was worried and was going to intervene.  He needn't have bothered.  Bryan cut to the heart of the matter and introduced this guy to his foot.  Bryan's hand was just squeezed a bit, this guys capability to father children was now in doubt.  Otto said he never bothered Bryan again and for obvious reasons, Otto told us about this after the idiot was no longer employed.

In the business world those are called teachable moments.  Bryan taught us about humility.  Maybe we could all learn a little from him.  Just maybe his whole existence was a teachable moment.