So, yesterday I had a substitute teacher in my geometry class. His name is Matt Carlock.
Once he had called roll, he repeated my name and asked me if I knew Butch Robison, who is my mother's ex-husband. I discovered that Matt used to be a close friend of my late brother.
I was incredibly thrilled! Toward the end of the class, I asked him to tell me some stories about my brother, because he died before I was old enough to remember him. Luckily, Matt happened to be the kind of guy who likes reminising about the time before John died, instead of being depressed at the mention of the past.
He told me about how free spirited and brave my brother was, All the crazy things they would do together. I learned that he was an avid baseball card collector, and that he stole cards at trading sessions. I learned that he and Matt would have bottle rocket wars in the summer, resulting in burns and scars. He told me so many stories, and it made my entire day. I couldn't stop smiling.
I really wish I had been around to know him, and it makes me sad that I couldn't, but I still enjoy hearing about what a wonderful guy he was.
So, there's an exciting event from my life.
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