The Internet has informed me of the many birthdays today. Early October must be prime time to get busy. I’d like to wish a happy one to you all, but especially to my big little brother, Blake.
I do not get to see you as much as I would like, Blake, but I must tell you what an influence you’ve been on my life. There were times when it was hard for me to get along with my father, but I saw you doing it, and I realized that it could be done. I built a relationship with him while he was still sitting behind that old desk listening to talk shows on the radio, before the storm. Thank you.
I also remember, vividly, that you were not my “little” brother for long. People confused us for twins, and then you were my big brother. I’ve been told by strangers that I have angry little man syndrome and a Napoleon complex. While I’ve definitely had to work through the negative side of that affair, I’ve come out with a supreme sense of justice and what it means to fight for the little guy. It made me stronger.
Please don’t take this the wrong way. I know I usually started it.
You have become such a patient person. You’re strong, physically and emotionally. I have seen you in situations where you could have gone off like an atomic bomb, laying all to waste, but you didn’t. You are a master negotiator. You are empathetic. You are understanding, and kind. To my friends who do not know you, I compare you to Thor. You are, in a way, my hero.
Our father would be so proud of you. I know this with more certainty than I have ever known anything.
Happy Birthday to you, Blake. You are the Schwarzenegger to my DeVito. I would not have it any other way.