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After Mass, I Kick Ass!!
A deeply personal friend of Sean, Celia, related to me the following story. I thought it was both funny and touching at the same time. She told me that Sean had been going to Mass with her for a few times. Sean, who was an avid agnostic and had somewhat cynical tendencies towards the abuse of religion, always eyed things with a critical eye...from politics to policy to even pundits. During his visits to Mass, Sean happened to befriend a young priest. Sean and the priest had many talks about It and about. Although no one's mind was changed, the exchange was nonetheless intellectually stimulating for my brother. One day after Mass, Sean cornered the yound priest to let him know of a gift he had for him. Reaching behind his back, Sean produced a T-Shirt to the priest with the words 'After Mass, I Kick Ass!' on the front. The grateful cleric eventually returned the favor to Sean by giving him a rare comic book. Sean was delighted as he was an avid comic book collector (I myself, got him into that hobby). Sean and the priest, the proverbial lion and the lamb, became friends.
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A VERY Merry Christmas...
Almost every Christmas, our mother used to 'hide' the presents in my room in my closet on the top shelf. Since she always hid them in the same place every Christmas, you got wise and started going on my room and peeking at the presents. One Christmas, we connived to get back at you and teach you a lesson. For a few days in a row, we'd tell you to stop looking at your Christmas presents or else they'd turn to dust. You didnt listen and you keep on sneaking peeks at your presents. On Christmas eve while you were sleeping, our mother swept up the floors and placed the dust on a shoebox. We wrapped up the shoebox to look like a regular Christmas present and took it to you in your room. We woke you up and told you merry Christmas. You opened your Christmas present with great glee, but was sorely perturbed when you gazed upon dust after you opened it! At this point, me and your mother added the customary, 'I told you so!' To which you responded 'I only have one thing to say....GOOD BYE!!!!' You only had on a red houserobe at the time and nothing else. You ran outside the back door and down the alley. We yelled to you that we were only kidding and pleaded with you to come back as it was only a joke. I had my trusty cassette recorder with me at the time and was recording every moment of your reaction! That was a classic!
I miss you and love you so much my brother. Im truly taking these memories to be my 'sunshine after the rain.'
If anyone else who reads this has any stories about Sean that they would like added to his legacy, please submit them to me but clicking where it says 'click here to contact Marc.' It is located on the first page at the very top on the right hand side. Thank You.
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To Sean, my brother.
Sean, I remember when you were a little baby and I held you in my arms. I was 6 years old at the time. I remember Diane telling me that the first thing I did was place my hand upon your forehead and press down..making you look like an old man with lots of wrinkles on his forehead! And, to think about it, yes, you were indeed a very old soul. I remember us playing 'blind man.' We would take some white medical tape and put it around your forehead so you couldnt see. Afterwards we got the watercolors and I painted some goofy looking eyes on the tape in front of your eyes. You would tear up the house and knock stuff over and break things trying to find me by locating my voice! Man we had some fun times! Man I miss you so much! Chicago isnt the same without you and I miss talking to you. I dont know why you left us. I know it wasnt for a lack of love. You were surrounded by it and couldnt escape.
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