On my drive to work this morning, Get Lucky by Daft Punk came on, and it made me think about my brother and how he used to change the lyrics of that song to, "We're up all night to see a ducky." Just one of the many edits he made to popular songs.
And since today marks two years since we lost him, I figured I'd pay tribute by blogging a list of some of my favorite things about him. AKA, the things I miss most.
- His goofy laugh
- The way he'd make Michael Jackson noises as he drove away
- The way he'd barge into my room so we could hang out, or as he put it, "Have Michael-Becky time."
- How he'd pick up Ace and carry him like a baby to bed.
- Watching him play lacrosse
- When he would sit shotgun in my car and sneakily switch it to neutral at red lights
- Being able to text him for advice about money and taxes
- How hard we'd laugh when playing Wii Golf
- His douchey white sunglasses
- Running into him on campus at KU
- The way he called me "Bert."
- Getting texts from him because he didn't know how to do laundry or what brand of toilet paper to buy.
- How he'd make fun of my laugh
- When his ringtone was that obnoxious "UH!" sound from that song I Want You Back.
- How he basically invented twerking like five years before it became a thing
- When he'd make me play Call of Duty and laugh hysterically about how bad I was.
- When he got me 21 little bottles of booze on my 21st birthday
- When he got me an enormous bottle of Patrón for my college graduation
- When I had my jaw surgery and he bought me a panda Pillow Pal (I still have it) when I was in the hospital
- When our bedrooms were across the hall from each other in high school, and he'd go through phases where he was obsessed with certain songs and I could hear them through the wall as he played them over and over and over again
- How much he loved Ace.
- In high school when he and his friends would hang out at our house
- His "cherry red Ferrari." (Actually a shitty red Chevy Cavalier)
- When he would mouth the word "boob" at me in the middle of Hebrew School to try and get me to crack up.
- When he would mouth the word "boob" at me in the middle of dinner to try and get me to crack up.
- How he'd throw a lacrosse ball at the wall in the basement to practice
- How he wouldn't stop throwing the lacrosse ball when I tried to come down the stairs and I basically had to hit the floor like the beach at Normandy
- How gross the inside of his car always was
- How he used to pay me to write papers for him in college
- How he would almost finish some food item and then put the nearly-empty bag back in the cupboard to be someone else's problem.
- Rides to school in that old Toyota Camry he drove in high school
- Pretending we were strangers if we ever did run into each other at school
- Having to tell people over and over again that we weren't twins, even though we were in the same grade
- "Pfeiffer Lax!"
- When the three of us would get into our slap-happy moods and end up laughing so hard we were crying...at basically nothing
- Having an extra sibling to talk to when you were fighting with the other sibling
- His shitty apartment in Topeka
- "Ichabod! Bert-day!"
- FaceTiming with him while he was driving
- His dry sense of humor
- His cobra hugs
- How lazy he was
- About a million other things.
