“I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea.”
Dylan Thomas is one of my favorite poets, if not my favorite of all time, and…
If one was to replace “tea” with “beer” within Thomas’ brief passage, it would describe perfectly the relationship between the seven Mahoney boys in our family.
We lost the oldest, Phil, some years ago, and Tuesday April 5th at 2:45 P.M., we lost the second oldest brother, John, to complications brought on by cancer some five months prior to his 62nd birthday.
We will miss him greatly, but in his honor, we will continue to build snowmen, knock each other down, drink afterwards, and remember the two gone before us by following their footprints in the snow.
Here’s to brother John, and as always…