Another History Lesson

Blast from the Past: (left to right) me, Sarah, and Alexis

Growing up as technically an only child, I always longed for a sibling or two. In fact, in elementary school, when my best friend, Alexis, received news that she was going to be a big sister, I admit to being jealous. My parents certainly recall the day in which I marched home from school and demanded a baby brother or sister of my own. If I recall, correctly, I think I even asked Santa Claus for a sibling...

When I first started dating my better half, RB, in 2002, I was tickled pink when I found out that he had two younger siblings. Throughout our undergraduate years together, I enjoyed hearing stories about them and the crazy things they would do. Of course, it was always rich when they turned the tables and shared stories about RB: his gross seat in the old van, his notebook full of locations to various antique tractors, family road trips, fighting over toys, sledding off the barn roof, the clothespin on the nose story, and, of course, his famous "farm." Oh the stories!

Aaron Lee Brown

If you know anything about the Brown clan, they are diehard Mopar fans -- Aaron included. And if you know anything about the Collins clan, we are diehard General Motors fans. I recall a time in which I drove to the Thumb to visit RB and his family. When it came time for me to head home, I walked out the back door to find my little blue Sonoma missing. Because I drove a GM-product, Aaron did not want my vehicle in the driveway amongst the Mopar-products...so he moved it out to the neighboring field. Not only would he move my truck, but when I started it, the station would be switched to country and the volume VERY loud. And in the summer, he would turn my heat on full blast.

My revenge: When he was passed out, I painted his toenails a nice shade of fuchsia. (Love you, Aaron!)

My first Christmas sharing gifts with the siblings was a riot. Because I always teased Aaron and called him "stinky", I decided it only appropriate to buy him cologne so he would smell better. He unwrapped it and I cracked my joke. Even better was when he handed me a large box with my name on it. I began unwrapping...and unwrapping...and unwrapping. It was a box, inside a box, inside another box, and inside yet another box which finally yielded my gift from him. Definitely a good laugh. 

9.24.2005

In 2005, RB and I fell in love with an old brick farmhouse in Watertown Township. We made an appointment with the realtor for a complete walk-through and, of course, Aaron came with us to check it out. Becoming a home owner was such an exciting experience, yet curiously stressful at the same time (mortgage, home improvement, home improvement loan, etc). I recall Aaron walking through the house throwing ideas left and right, "I like this!" or, "You guys should build a deck off the back porch. It would be perfect for drinking beer." When it came time to make the move, he was the first person to push up his sleeves to help us...as long as we had cold beer in the fridge for him. Preferably Coors Light.

One of the best days in my life is the day that I married RB. I not only married my best friend, but I gained two amazing siblings. Aaron stood up in our September 2005 wedding as RB's best man. It was truly an honor to have Aaron and Marcy in our bridal party. I loved watching RB have photos taken that day with them: the jokes, the laughs, the camaraderie. I loved being included in the family photo. Looking back, that picture would be our last family photo all together.

On May 18, 2006, Aaron checked out. Here is a blurb that was in the newpaper:

Stinky

SANILAC COUNTY, MI — According to a press release from the Sanilac County Sheriff's Office, Aaron Brown, 21, of Snover died on Thursday after being transported to McKenzie Memorial Hospital as a result of an accident while working at Tri-County Equipment. According to the release, deputies from the sheriff's office were dispatched to the hospital at approximately 9:45 a.m. on Thursday in regards to Brown's accidental death. The investigation by the Sanilac County Sheriff's Office revealed that Brown was working on maintaining a brush hog after hours at Tri-County Equipment when he was pinned between the brush hog and the creeper he was on. //

It was RB that found him and rushed him to the hospital in Sandusky. He died shortly after the helicopter landed which would've taken him to Hurley Medical Center in Flint -- which is a level 1 trauma center. 

RB and I miss him everyday. We keep his memory alive by recounting stories and jokes. I am incredibly thankful that I got to meet Aaron and honored to call him my brother.

Library Girl

This video was posted on "I Love Libraries" earlier today and it made my day. I enjoyed it so much, I shared it via the SLIS listserv.



I don't fit inside that world
And I'm not like those other girls
Oh no, I'm not, I think a lot
But please don't be afraid...
by Reina del Cid

"About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them and some won't like you at all."
--Rita Mae Brown

Deanna

Today, I learned about the much too early death of a colleague, Deanna Lung-Gabler, a humorous and compassionate woman who will be greatly missed.


I am thankful for the opportunity to have met and worked with her.

Golden

In between studying for my exams, covering the shelter, and working on projects for class, I have managed to squeeze in a bit of time for pleasure reading. I have recently revisited a few favorites, one being Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha that I originally read back in 2008.

I just reached page 255 and found a note referencing a quote that apparently touched me back then: "Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it. It's like a window that will simply open of its own accord. The room grows cold, and we can do nothing but shiver. But it opens a little less each time, and a little less; and one day we wonder what has become of it."

Wandering

I always end up at the cemetery. Beautiful sunset...time to go home, I think. I have wandered enough.