Kevin was my little brother. Whenever I introduced him as such, he would grin and say,”But you always looked up to me!” He was 6' and I was 5’4?. He always got a kick out of that. My brother loved to cook at work but not at home. His first job when he turned 16 was at Frisch’s Big Boy as a busboy in Warsaw, IN. He was so proud to be a working man. He went on to work for the phone company, and he got his first car. It was a station wagon, for real! Once, he needed a new battery, and Daddy refused to give him the money to buy a new one. Wasn’t being mean, just wanted him to work it out on his own. A lesson to be learned. He came to me for advice, and I told him to ask Daddy for rides to work and other places he needed to go. Make it get so annoying that Daddy would loan him the money within a month. In 2 weeks, Kevin had a new battery in his car. He spoiled my daughter rotten and loved to tickle her, calling her a billy goat because of her laugh. She sounded just like one! She was only a year minus one week younger than Kenny, so they grew up together as best friends. He could play the piano by ear, couldn’t wait to get to it after church at age 8 to play all the songs we sang during the service. He also played the violin, tried to fiddle like Grandpa Fleck. He wasn’t a fiddler. He was a violinist and would bring tears to Mother’s eyes when he played “Danny Boy” for her. Mother got him a melodica as we couldn’t afford a piano. We moved for my work when the kids were 16 & 17, but Christmas was always spent together as a family. He never missed one. I miss him and hope to be with him again someday. I love you, little brother.
