You see, my brother was the epitome of what you would call "charismatic".
He had wild hair. Bright eye drawing clothes. Loud laugh. Attention seeking behavior. The life of the party. Broke the rules. Didn't care. And he wore a fanny pack.
I don't know why, of all the things I remember about my brother, I keep going back to this dang fanny pack! I think perhaps because its a single tangible item that best embodies the essence of who he was.
We all know that fanny packs are soooo not in style, right? We make fun of people with fanny packs. We question why in the hell are they wearing one? But my brother did. He always chose "function over fashion" as my dad stated. He got tired of packing his cargo pants full (well, often he just wore pocketless gym shorts!) so he had to have something to carry all of his crap. So he dug through our house and chose my dads old, worn out, black leather fanny pack. And he wore it all the time, no matter where we went or what he were doing. Because he simply didn't care what people thought of him! I loved it then, and I love it now :)
So that explains the fanny pack part. Now about the impact part.
By impact, I simply mean legacy. I want to eventually explore my brothers lasting legacy. What he brought to this earth, and what he left behind. How he inspired others, and his lasting impact on us all.
So I'm seeking to tie the tangible remnants of him {the fannypack} to the intangible {his lasting impact on our lives}. In doing so I hope to find that hope and healing I claim to be seeking under the title of my blog.
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| Here's my brother to the left, with his fanny pack and his friend Tyler. |
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| I think this picture pretty much captures who my brother was. Going grocery shopping in the middle of the night, renting a cart, and looking at a red box from it. Goofy, did what he wants, and totally didn't care. :) |
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