On July 29, 1962, my brother, Cris, was born. Cris was my mom and dad's third child, and the first boy. I've heard mother jokingly say more than once that if Cris had been born first, she wouldn't have had any more children - he was quite "adventurous". (Mom did end up having two more children, me and another son.) Cris's full name was Donald Cris Melvin. Donald was our dad's name, and he had some of my dad's characteristics - somewhat of a temper, a good story-teller, and a hard worker. He could also be a little stubborn. An example of his stubbornness is when he was told by the dentist that he couldn't ride his bike when he got home from an appointment because he would be drowsy from some medication he was given. My mom said that all the way home from that appointment, Cris said, "when I get home, I'm gonna ride my bike. When I get home, I'm gonna ride my bike." So when they got home, Cris immediately got out of the car, walked over to his bike and started riding. Well, he ended up wrecking the bike and going over a brick wall.
As he grew up, Cris had so many friends. He was a very likable kind of guy - very popular at school.
Cris married young, became the father of three beautiful children, and established a successful career in construction. At the age of 44, Cris was diagnosed with esophagus cancer. He died at the young age of 45. Cris was a Christian, so he's spending eternity with Jesus. But he died too young. He will always be my brother, though. He's just not living on the earth with us. I loved him and he'll always be a part of our family.
Today would have been his 46th birthday. He died too, too young.
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